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.

man could be so seductive, just

two men were

standing aside. Suddenly he felt so

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

himself to

he turned around and walked into the studio. He didn’t

Reynold’s receding figure, and he could feel

might be because Reynold was feeling sad as a single

owner pitied Reynold.

he cleared his throat and said to Ernest and

Ernest in with a blushed face. She kept her head low, feeling too embarrassed to look at

her in his

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

“Mr. Hawkins, those were all design works. I’ll also teach Florence some professional things. You can’t understand those designs or my lecture. I guess you would

pointed at the lounge not far

environment. A young waitress was putting down a cup of

Everything was ready.

he wouldn’t reject other’s kindness in such

didn’t care at all. He

which almost pissed Florence off, “I

he implied that he disliked that coffee deliberately made

the implication in his words also told Reynold that

felt a

off that Florence would make him coffee? What was so great about it?

Ernest, he

He started to introduce

was standing by Reynold’s side. When they were looking at something together,

who were

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

over and stood between Reynold

few steps back to leave Ernest some

confusion, wondering since when he had become so interested

had been shortened

was quite certain that Ernest had done

he didn’t look so friendly or

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