My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Believe it or not, this is the truth. You’d better calm down yourself and drop those evil ideas that you shouldn’t have. Ernest is not a man that we can covet.”

Charlotte felt a great weight of shock and the word ‘fact’ was like a ruthless mountain.

Charlotte stood on the spot stiffly and almost lost her balance.

Her dream of marrying into a noble away turned into bubbles.

But she caught a point in Florence’s words.

- ‘Ernest is not a man that we can covet.’

She said ‘us’.

By the way, Ernest was drugged with the strong philter tonight and he went upstairs. He should have had sex with Florence, but why did Florence go downstairs so quickly together with a doctor?

This meant that nothing had happened between Florence and Ernest just now.

Ernest didn’t have sex with her, but he didn’t have sex with Florence either.

Charlotte’s eyes lit up as if she had discovered something awesome. She fixed her eyes on Florence, “Florence, Ernest didn’t do you either, right? Your relationship with Ernest is not that good. You even haven’t slept with him, right? Your relationship is false and he has no feelings for you, right?”

She asked Florence one question after another.

And every of her questions hit the heart of the problems.

Florence was frozen and felt guilty out of instinct.

From very beginning, everything between her and Ernest was false.

Charlotte didn’t have the chance to be together with Ernest, so did Florence.

However, she could not tell Charlotte about this at present because since Charlotte had done such a crazy thing, she would definitely bring more troubles if she learned about this.

Florence knitted her brows and quickly calmed down herself. She pretended to be composed and said, “Charlotte, you’ve stayed with us in the villa during the past days. Ernest treats me so well. Is it just his show?”

She didn’t reply and asked Charlotte a question.

Charlotte was choked and the lights in her eyes became dim.

Charlotte had seen by herself that Ernest treated Florence well in every aspect.

Even a real boyfriend or husband who loved his girlfriend or wife deeply could not be as thoughtful as Ernest.

didn’t believe that

Florence secretly heaved a sigh of

didn’t want to stay in the

glance to her after finishing the

the ground, feeling like all her strength was drained. She was

her dream had turned into bubbles and it was impossible for her

why Ernest wanted to marry Florence was that he loved her. Charlotte had

treated her so well that Charlotte felt

possibility that their relationship was false was so low.

99% probable that Florence

on the date for their wedding

had no

was not affected by the perfume

had left the

walked into the room, she found Ernest was lying on the bed. Some of the buttons of his thin pajamas were

thoughts appeared in Florence’s mind when she saw

was wearing nothing. He really had a good shape and looked so

long ago, she and Ernest almost had sex

hastily patted her cheeks

looked towards her when he heard the sounds. A touch of speculation flashed across his deep-set eyes when he saw her red

to Charlotte’s bedroom just now.

asked her whether if she was affected. Could it be that she looked so

Ahem…” Florence coughed awkwardly, “N… Nothing. I just went upstairs. I feel

didn’t dare to look at Ernest anymore and

then closed. Florence’s movement was so quick that Ernest could only

sweat on her forehead and it was just that her cheeks were red. Why did

became sexual. He looked up casually,

he simply put on the pajama casually after taking

the reason

his gaze became more sexual and was tinged with an inexplicable smile when he gazed at his

locked the door of the bathroom and hurriedly

the cold water. She finally calmed down herself by

still felt a bit flustered when thinking of the man outside. Some romantic affairs would probably happen when a man was staying

pondered whether if Ernest had got

lost in her random thoughts and dawdled in the bathroom. She went out

of the room, she astonishingly saw

cloth, which was half-unbuttoned before, was now all unclasped. His upper body was

as well