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.”

me a ‘Kabe-Don’. I can

who were passing by also

but before she could speak, she heard

my middle name or given

still sounded pleasant, and his face showed no change

seemed that he didn’t care about

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

this man’s domineering. If this

him like that,

used to it yet. Besides, we are in public.

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

get a satisfactory answer, he was unable to put more toughness on Florance. His heart seemed to be stroked by a feather when she hid in his arms and asked softly,

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

quieted down again after they got into

the elevator, she still couldn’t believe that he was here and even gave

spare her attention from anxiety earlier on, but by recalling

subconsciously took a step back to distance

wrinkled his brows, “I am quite confirmed that I didn’t sense your shyness when you are with Mr.

contained

exact tone he used

right beside him, just in case he would make a

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

responded coldly, “I’m afraid that my

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

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 did I

three rounds of questioning in a

can he

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

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

lowered his voice even more,

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

just now