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

you dare to provoke me,

Price.

her first

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

breath and same

could

and humility at the very bottom part of her heart

uncontrollably and her

was crying, “Don’t touch me, you don’t

Go away!

Don’t touch her.

of him, her whole life

could only become a deal. She did not have the courage to love Ernest

almost

burnt him to ashes. But, he remained patient and she should not

was

trembling body and voice of choking with sobs, his

“Florence…”

that was burning vigorously. And yet, he patiently called her name, trying

of Ernest and the man that night and

and dream and only felt like her entire body was thrown into an ice cave to be dragged once again into the bottomless

you still

choked. A drop of reflective liquid trickled

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

He had scared her.

tall body got out of the

the bathroom was closed with a

side of the bed and managed to regain her presence of mind after quite

still darkness in front of her eyes but the mass of the boulder that was pressing on her

same scene and the same nightmare but this

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

embraced the quilt and sat in the corner. Her fingers

thin lips slightly moved. Her voice was

“Ernest, thank you.”

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

room