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.

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 her

it be that he wanted to help her wipe her

looked at her and said in a natural tone as if it was a very normal thing,

bandaged her wounds, but also wiped her body? It was him who helped her to do those

of her body, including those private parts?

embarrassed that she even wanted to sail into the water and drown

it by myself. I’m sober now and I

the

at least she could wipe her body by herself

didn’t stop her. He walked towards aside to make room for her so that it would be more convenient for her

in the bathroom, showing no intention to go

felt relieved just now,

him with a complete tizzy, “Mr.

wipe your back later.” He said in a low

thrilled when

her back?

intimate interaction was so

flushed, “No need. I

back? You don’t know where

the two consecutive

continued, “Just focus on your work, I won’t peep

quite

he turned his back to

at his back, but couldn’t

who had always been superior, made a concession right now and said that he wouldn’t look at her, so she

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

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

he was mentioning that he would

shivered slightly and even her ears

took off her clothes and wiped

quick and

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

Ernest then turned around.

and although there was a scar on it, it did not affect

sexual desire rose

woman was like

so charming and he was so addictive to