My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence couldn’t fall asleep again after returning to the bedroom. She sat on the bed and felt her mind was in turmoil.

She couldn’t figure out why Ernest was determined to marry her and even rescued her without even caring about his own safety.

Ernest had been treating her well during this period of time and she remembered everything that he had done for her.

She even doubted the authenticity of the thing that Gemma was Ernest’s girlfriend and the reason why Ernest wanted to marry her was that he wanted to take advantage of her to be a surrogate mother for him and Gemma…

Things were totally different from what others had told her and it seemed that what she saw and felt was more plausible.

She always had a feeling that the relationship between Ernest and Gemma was not like what Gemma had told her. But she couldn’t figure out what their true relationship was.

“Click.”

When Florence was lost in her random thoughts, the door was opened from the outside.

Ernest’s tall figure showed up at the door. He gazed at Florence and knitted his brows.

He strode towards her, “Did you have a nightmare?”

Florence was stunned because she really had a nightmare just now.

She recalled that when she woke up last time, Ernest was sitting by the bedside and holding her hand. Could it be that she was having a nightmare at that time and he was consoling her in this manner?

Florence felt more flustered and confused.

She shook her head and said in a gentle voice, “Nope. I woke up naturally.”

Ernest had walked to her bedside and naturally sat down onto the bed.

He bluntly looked at her up and down, still furrowing his brows, “Are you feeling uncomfortable now?” She looked bad right now.

“Nope.” Florence shook her head again. She was quite confused and wanted to ask him some questions, but she didn’t know how to start the topic.

She had not prepared herself for his answer yet.

Ernest’s gaze became gloomy as he keenly sensed that Florence seemed to be in a bad mood.

Nevertheless, it was apparent that she didn’t want to tell him about this.

didn’t probe into this question, “Harold has

her

move. He simply gazed at her and his gaze

was confused,

seemed to be a minority of worry and a majority of helplessness in

shoulder and then slowly puller her neckline together

turned red. She was lying on the bed and hadn’t noticed it just now.

Ernest had seen it.

cloth together in person as he felt

Florence felt so embarrassed.

calm and said in a low voice, “You can dress

would remind her before

heart missed one beat and

dress improperly in front of him but

felt more embarrassed

any longer and shifted

the person outside

sound, Harold opened the door and walked

face, he greeted Florence, “Oh, Florence, you’ve woken up. How do you feel now? Is any part

feel

cheeks were still red. She felt quite unease as Ernest was still

the bedside, “Flory, I will have a check-up of your

kit on the bedside

lying on the bad and she needed to sit up to cooperate with the check-up. However,

immediately broke out in cold

Florence immediately. He reached out to hold her into his embrace

movements were mighty and gentle and he didn’t

fascinated when smelling his

quickened uncontrollably. She pushed him away

leaned backward due to the force

didn’t want to have physical contacts with

joked, “Flory, although I’m a third wheel here, you don’t need to feel so shy. It

widened her eyes in

wounds on her body. Although the wounds on her face were the most obvious ones, she had many wounds on the body because those men kicked her before and there were also many scratches. All the wounds on her body

bandaged her wounds and it was acceptable. But now she learned that Ernest had bandaged