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.

going on? He stood in front of her with a towel and asked

be that he wanted

a natural tone as if it was a very normal thing, “I

ears. He not only bandaged her wounds, but also

parts of her body, including those private parts? Oh,

so embarrassed that she even wanted to

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

quickly snatched the towel from

for herself, but at least she could wipe her body by herself because it was

stop her. He walked towards aside to make room for her so that

was still standing in the bathroom,

just now, became nervous

him with a complete tizzy, “Mr.

later.” He

Florence felt thrilled when

her back?

intimate interaction was

I can wipe

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

the two consecutive and pointed

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

quite righteous

finishing the words, he turned

looked at his back, but couldn’t even

said that he wouldn’t look at her, so she had no reasons to refuse him

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

Florence was still hesitating, Ernest seemed to become impatient. He warner her in a deep voice, “If you dally over it, I will

course he was mentioning that he would

and even her ears were

mood to think over it, Florence quickly took off her clothes and wiped her body with

movement was so quick and she only cleaned her body

on the bathtub. With her back to Ernest,

Ernest then turned around.

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

desire rose in Ernest’s

woman was like an addictive

charming and he was so addictive to