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…

rang in her

to provoke me, you will

Price.

had given her

the scene and situation now, and Ernest’s figure in front of her seemed to overlap with

breath and

stiffened tightly and she almost could

fear and humility at the very bottom part of

and her body was even

choked as if she was crying, “Don’t touch

Go away!

Don’t touch her.

him, her

did not have the courage to love Ernest

her life became messy and she almost suffocated as if she had fallen into

which rampaged in his body almost burnt him to ashes. But, he remained patient and she should

she was still

her trembling body and voice of choking

“Florence…”

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

the man that night and the scene at this moment were too

not distinguish between reality and dream and only felt like her entire body was thrown into an ice cave

me go…Ooo ooo, why you

voice choked. A drop of reflective

darkness but it surprisingly made Ernest felt blinding as if it was the brightest North Star in

He had scared her.

Ernest’s tall body got out of the bed and he walked barefoot towards the

the bathroom was closed with

got up. She moved to the other side of the bed

front of her eyes but the mass of the boulder that was pressing on her body seemed to have

same scene and the same nightmare but this

was repeated more than a thousand times, there was finally a time when a

quilt and sat in the

thin lips slightly moved. Her voice was very

“Ernest, thank you.”

quite a while, Florence’s emotion slightly eased. She turned on the light and saw that the clothes and pants were scattered

subtleness in the room had