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

provoke me,

Price.

given her

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

same breath and

almost could

at the very bottom part

uncontrollably and her body was even

if she was crying, “Don’t touch me,

Go away!

Don’t touch her.

her whole life was

She did not have the courage to love

she almost suffocated as if she had fallen into a

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

she was

voice of choking with sobs, his action stopped

“Florence…”

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

and the man that night

body was thrown into an ice

you still

of reflective

made Ernest felt blinding as if it

He had scared her.

of the bed and he walked barefoot towards the

door of the bathroom was

suddenly became lighter and she hurriedly got up. She moved to the other side of the bed and managed to regain her presence of mind after

of the boulder that was pressing

the same scene and the same

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

the corner.

thin lips slightly moved.

“Ernest, thank you.”

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

room had not yet