My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

This was the first time Florence saw that Ernest was sick and so vulnerable. This made her panic as well.

She asked without even thinking, “What can I do so that you’ll be more comfortable?”

“Hug me.”

His voice was very low. His tall body seemed to be unsteady as if he might fall at any moment.

Florence thought that he was unable to support himself and was letting her help him so she hurriedly reached out and embraced his waist.

When she was going to help Ernest, as if he had gotten some kind of permission, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her once again.

It was wild and gentle.

In a flash, her heart was in turmoil.

Florence was entirely stunned. Then, she clearly felt that Ernest had…

Florence’s mind exploded with a loud ‘boom’. Now only she realized what did Ernest actually want.

But, how could it be?

She wanted to struggle but Ernest totally did not give her any chance. He embraced her and with a flip, Florence’s body was leaned against the wall.

It was just nice that Florence’s back touched the switch on the wall. With a ‘click’, the room suddenly became dark.

The darkness maximized the stimulation of their senses.

In front of Florence, Ernest’s previous repression instantly broke through all the defences and rushed out like a wild horse that struggled off the reins.

The madness was unstoppable!

In the darkness, there was a messy.

With a series of turns, Florence fell on the bed and next, a tall figure pressed on her body.

Ernest’s broad physique looked even stronger in the darkness.

In puzzlement, Florence gazed at him. A vague memory appeared in her mind once again.

It was the same situation in which she was in a dark room with a man’s body pressing on hers…

devil-like voice rang in her

provoke me,

Price.

had given her first

time. But at this moment, the scene and situation now, and Ernest’s figure in front of her seemed to overlap with

same breath

she almost could not distinguish if it was

deepest fear and humility at the very bottom

uncontrollably and her

was crying, “Don’t touch me,

Go away!

Don’t touch her.

him, her whole life

a deal. She did not have the courage to love

almost suffocated as if she had

almost burnt him to ashes. But, he remained patient and she should not be afraid although it was done in

was

and voice of

“Florence…”

very low and he was suppressing the fire that was burning vigorously. And yet, he patiently

the man that night and the

and only felt like her entire body was thrown into

ooo, why you still

choked. A drop of

darkness but it surprisingly made Ernest felt blinding as if it

He had scared her.

got out of the bed and he

the door of the bathroom was closed with a

became lighter and she hurriedly got up. She moved to the other side of the bed and

but the mass of the boulder that was pressing

was the same scene and the same nightmare but this

if in that nightmare that was repeated more than a thousand times, there was finally

quilt and sat in the corner. Her fingers were tightly grabbing

lips slightly moved. Her voice was

“Ernest, thank you.”

turned on the light and saw that the clothes and pants were scattered messily

in the room