My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest looked into her dark and clear eyes. The certainty in them seemed to be a clear stream that gently washed his anger away.

When Florence saw that his anger had subsided a little, she caught the opportunity, “Please let me go first, Mr Hawkins. It hurts. Besides, we are in public.”

Some people passing by stared at them many times.

How could Ernest ever care about other people’s opinion? He softly relaxed his big palm without letting her go and warned, “Stay away from him from now on. The man who sends a lady home in the middle of the night can never be a gentleman.”

His words formed a domineering command and it even contained a sense of threat.

It was as if he would not let go if she refused it.

This fact chilled her heart for one second. In her impression, it seemed that Ernest had sent her home many times. Mr Hawkins, did it mean that you are not innocent either?

Indeed, Florence didn’t dare to speak it out loud. She smiled awkwardly and nodded,

“Well, Mr Hawkins, you should let me go.”

Ernest’s anger seemed to largely dissipate with her promise, though he couldn’t bear the way she called him.

He said, “Call me something else from now on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t get it?” Ernest approached her again, his body intimately clinging to hers.

Florence instantly felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. With only a few days, why was he...how so...

“Wow! ‘Kabe-Don’ on the street! How lovely to see such a beautiful couple!” Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

Florence found three women looking at her and Ernest excitedly, in a posture of admiration and adoration.

The other two women also took out their phones for photos while they discussed excitingly.

“Oh my, what a gorgeous couple. I am so envious.”

I can die for

three people, others who

she

my middle

sounded pleasant, and his face showed

he didn’t care about being watched by

“Mr. Hawkins” or “Mr. Myron” almost drove Ernest

If this continued, everyone nearby would be attracted,

not call him like that, his middle

in his arms and clutched his suit tightly, “I haven’t gotten used to it yet. Besides, we are in public. Let’s talk about this we come

head in a hole because she

seemed to be stroked by a feather when

back, put his arms around her waist and strode into the hotel without even spare a look at other

after

Ernest who was now standing in the elevator, she still couldn’t believe that

earlier on, but by recalling what had

a step back to distance

Although he was used to it, he still wrinkled his brows, “I am quite confirmed that I didn’t sense your

indeed contained a

tone he used

stepped forward and stood right beside him, just in case he

their conversation and asked, “Why are you here

“I’m afraid that my wife will run away with other men

herself, “When did I become his wife? Didn’t I explain it all to

arms and put his arms around her waist again. He pulled her into his embrace and looked down at her, “What is it? You don’t want me to come? You

questioning in a

How can he

haven’t contacted each other for three days, I thought you...” have

contacted each other for three days? He thought she

lowered

question and suddenly realized that she had been thinking of Ernest in her heart all the time. She worried that he

the conversation they were having just now seemed to be