My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“You’ve mistaken, Mister. I’m single and available for the time being. I don’t have a girlfriend yet.”

As he spoke, Reynold couldn’t help but glance at Florence. He emphasized “for the time being” inwardly.

Florence also echoed immediately, “It was indeed a misunderstanding. It doesn’t mind. It’s getting late. Shall we go in and take a look?”

“Don’t run so fast. You look like you feel guilty.”

Ernest reached out and grabbed Florence. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer to him forcibly. They were face-to-face, almost clinging to each other.

If he slightly lowered his head, he would be able to kiss her.

Their postures were quite ambiguous.

Florence blushed in embarrassment. There were still others watching. She couldn’t understand why Ernest could behave in such an embarrassing way.

She was so eager to break free from his grip. “Mr. Hawkins, please let go of me. We can talk in peace.”

“Talking in peace? Will you behave yourself?” Ernest spoke, stressing each syllable. When he was speaking, almost all the hot breath he inhaled went on Florence’s face, ambiguous and seductive.

The strength that his arms wrapping her waist kept increasing. His embrace was so tight that Florence could only cling to him, almost melting in his body.

They almost became one.

Florence blushed while her heart hammered. With a blank mind, she nodded in a panic.

“I’ll behave myself. I’m always obedient.”

‘Obedient?’ Ernest reechoed her answer inwardly.

If she was truly obedient, how could she come to City N without informing him? In two or three days, she could pester a man who she just got to know.

If she were obedient, there wouldn’t be any disobedient woman in this world.

Ernest gazed at Florence, but he didn’t call her bluff.

He lowered his head, and his sexy thin lips kissed her on her forehead gently.

He said in a deep and charming voice, “I like your obedience.”

As if she was struck by the electricity, Florence felt her whole body weak and numb. Her face was so red that it looked as if it would bleed.

wondered how this man could be so seductive, just

two men were

gaped at them, standing aside. Suddenly he felt so fed

felt more upset. Clenching his fists, he tried hard to

himself to

look, he turned around and walked into the studio. He didn’t wait for

mid-aged shop owner looked at Reynold’s receding figure, and he could feel that Reynold was furious,

it might be because Reynold was feeling sad as

mid-aged shop owner pitied

and said to Ernest and Florence

a blushed face. She kept her head low, feeling

her in his arms, looking

front of a design when they walked in. As soon as he saw them coming in, he

also teach Florence some professional things. You can’t understand those designs or my lecture. I guess you would feel quite bored. I’ve asked someone to prepare the coffee for you in the lounge. Would you like to sit there and wait for

said, Reynold pointed at the lounge not far from where

the lounge was quite unsophisticated with a good environment. A young waitress was putting

Everything was ready.

reject

Ernest didn’t care at all. He looked

he said something in a calm voice, which almost pissed Florence off,

he implied that he disliked that coffee

in his words also told

suddenly felt a pang in his

great about it?

like Ernest, he had to

was quite serious about his work. He started to introduce the designs to

at something together, they both would approach it, so they would get closer to

Looking at the two who were so close to each other, he

in this part. Mr. Myron, could you tell me more about it

walked over and stood

few steps

wondering since when he had become so interested in

distance between Florence and him that had been shortened by Florence by

that Ernest

face, Reynold continued to introduce the design. However, he didn’t look so friendly or enthusiastic as he was

Florence mainly. With Ernest, who looked quite interested and focused,