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 die

these three people, others who were passing by also looked

but before she could speak, she

your hint, call me by my middle name or

pleasant, and his

seemed that he didn’t care

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

felt this man’s domineering. If this continued, everyone

simply could not call him like

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

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

to be stroked by a feather when she hid in his

stepped back, put his arms around her waist and strode into the hotel without even

place quieted down again after they

now standing in the elevator, she still couldn’t believe that he was here and even gave her a ‘Kabe-Don’ just

attention from anxiety earlier on, but by recalling what had

a step back to distance

he still wrinkled his brows, “I am quite confirmed that I didn’t

indeed contained a funny

exact tone he used when they were

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

the topic of their conversation and asked, “Why are you

“I’m afraid that my wife will run

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

embrace and looked down at her, “What is it? You don’t want me to come? You don’t want to see me? Or did

rounds of questioning in a row with

her throat getting dry. How can he hug her so randomly and

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

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

soothed his brows and lowered his voice even

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 be put to an

were having just now seemed to be quite