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

he wanted

seemed to have seen through Florence mind. He looked at her and said in a natural tone as if it was a very normal thing, “I wiped your body when you’re

crimson up to her ears. He not only bandaged her wounds, but also wiped her body? It was him who helped her to do those

parts of her

embarrassed that she even wanted to sail into

by myself. I’m sober now and

the towel

at least she could wipe her body by herself because it was so

her so that it would be more

he was still standing in the bathroom, showing no intention to

who felt relieved just now,

with a complete tizzy, “Mr.

wipe your back later.” He said in a

felt thrilled when

her back? What the

intimate interaction was

need. I can

on your back? You don’t know where they are. What

was stunned by the

work, I won’t peep at you.

looked quite righteous

he turned

his

right now and said that he wouldn’t look at her, so she had no

thinking that she had to wipe her body with a man standing behind her, Florence

Florence was still hesitating, Ernest seemed to become impatient. He warner her in a deep

mentioning that

even

think over it, Florence quickly took off her clothes and wiped her

so quick and

With her back to Ernest, she said in an extremely low voice, “I… I

Ernest then turned around.

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

gush of sexual desire rose in Ernest’s body

was like an addictive

and he was so addictive to