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

to these three people, others who were passing by also looked

blushing in embarrassment, but before she could speak, she heard his

your hint, call me by my middle name or

his face showed no change

seemed that he didn’t care about being watched by

“Mr. Hawkins” or “Mr.

this continued, everyone nearby would

like that, his middle

his suit tightly, “I haven’t gotten used to it yet.

desperately wanted to bury her head in a hole because she felt timid and

toughness on Florance. His heart seemed to be stroked by a

strode into the hotel without even

place quieted down again after

away. Fixing her eyes on Ernest who was now standing in the elevator, she still couldn’t believe that he was here and even gave her

anxiety earlier on, but by recalling what had just

a step back to

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

sentence indeed contained

the exact tone he used

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

their conversation and asked, “Why are you here all of

glanced at her and responded coldly, “I’m afraid that my wife will run away with other men

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

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

rounds of questioning in a row with invisible pressure!

How can he

haven’t contacted each other for three days,

notice that they hadn’t contacted each other for three days? He thought she was lost in having too

soothed his brows and lowered his

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

conversation they were having just now