My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Being held in his arms, Florence uncontrollably was greeted by the man’s strong hormone. It was so sexy and charming.

“Yeah.” Florence struggled with uneasiness and wanted to leave his embrace.

But Ernest’s arms were so powerful and she failed. He then walked towards the bathroom.

Because Ernest was tall, the space in the bathroom appeared to be narrow when Ernest came in.

It also felt repressive.

Florence felt nervous and hastily said, “I can stand under the shower head and take a shower by myself. Put me down here.”

The bathroom was the most private place.

She felt uncontrollably nervous when staying together with Ernest in the bathroom.

Ernest gazed at her and his gaze became erotic. He refused Florence with a resolute tone, “You have wounds on your body and they can’t touch the water. So you can’t take a shower.”

When speaking, he walked to the bathtub with Florence in his embrace and put Florence beside the bathtub.

When seeing the bathtub, Florence subconsciously reminisced about the shameful scene happened between her and Ernest in the bathtub last time…

She instantly flushed and hurriedly pushed him away, “I know it. I’ll try not to let my wounds be splashed by the water as possible.”

Florence thought that Ernest would have gone out, but unexpectedly, she saw Ernest naturally turning on the faucet of the bathtub to full the bathtub with water.

He even prepared the water for her?

The gurgling sound of the water was like an ambiguously romantic rhythm and sounded so heart-thrilling. Florence felt flustered when hearing it.

After a short while, the bathtub was filled with water.

Ernest turned off the faucet, took a white towel and wet it, and then turned around and fixed his eyes on Florence who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“Take off your clothes.”

Florence blinked her eyes and gazed at him in astonishment.

What did he mean by saying that?

Ernest said patiently in a deep voice, “You can’t take a bath now and I can only wipe your body.”

Florence was still in a dumbfounded state and simply gazed at the towel in his hand.

she could only wipe her body, what the hell was going on? He stood in front of her with a towel and asked her to take off

he wanted to help her wipe

at her and said in a natural tone as if it was a very normal thing, “I wiped your body when you’re

to her ears. He not only bandaged her wounds, but also wiped

seen all parts of her body, including those private parts?

embarrassed that she even wanted

by myself. I’m sober now and I can wipe

quickly snatched the

medicine for herself, but at least she could wipe her body

stop her. He walked towards aside to make room for her so that it would be more convenient for her to wipe her

the bathroom, showing no

relieved just

at him with a complete tizzy, “Mr. Hawkins, aren’t

you wipe your back later.” He

thrilled when

her back? What the

kind of intimate interaction was

need. I can wipe it

don’t know where they are. What if they touch the

by the two consecutive and pointed

“Just focus on your work, I won’t peep at you.

looked quite

he turned his back to

his back, but couldn’t even utter a

always been superior, made a concession right now and said that he wouldn’t look at her, so she had no reasons to refuse

had to wipe her body with a man standing behind her, Florence felt

warner her in a deep voice,

mentioning that

even

took off her clothes and wiped her body with

so quick and she only

bathtub. With her back to Ernest, she said in an extremely low voice,

Ernest then turned around.

back. She was straightening her back and although there was a scar on it, it did not affect

of sexual desire rose

like an addictive to

was so charming and he