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.”

‘Kabe-Don’. I can

people, others who were passing by also looked

but before she could speak, she heard his

my middle name or given name.

sounded pleasant, and his face showed no change of

seemed that he didn’t care about

the addresses like “Mr. Hawkins” or “Mr. Myron” almost drove Ernest

domineering. If this continued,

call him like that, his middle

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 back to the

wanted to bury her head in a hole because she felt

more toughness on Florance. His heart seemed to

waist and strode

quieted down again after they

instinctively pushed Ernest away. Fixing her eyes on Ernest who was now standing in the elevator, she still couldn’t

couldn’t spare her attention from anxiety earlier on, but

subconsciously took a step back

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

indeed contained a funny

was the exact tone he used when they were outside the

beside him, just in case he would make a big deal out

topic of their conversation and asked, “Why are you

my wife will

become his wife? Didn’t I explain it all to him? Why did he mention

her into his embrace and looked down at her, “What

three rounds of questioning in a row

getting dry. How can he hug her so

just surprised, we haven’t contacted each other for three

hadn’t contacted each other for three days?

his brows and lowered his voice

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

conversation they were having just now seemed to