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 like

other two

gaped at them, standing aside. Suddenly he felt so fed up while watching the two do

upset. Clenching his fists, he tried hard to suppress his desire to

himself to

and walked into the studio. He

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

that it might be because Reynold was feeling sad

owner pitied

throat and said to Ernest and Florence politely,

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

in his

they walked in. As soon as

designs or my lecture. I guess you

Reynold pointed at the lounge not

with a good environment. A young waitress

Everything was ready.

wouldn’t reject

Ernest didn’t care at all. He looked

pissed Florence off,

that he disliked that coffee deliberately made by

the implication in his words also

a pang

was so great about it? Reynold believed that the relationship between Florence and him

Ernest,

started to introduce the

Reynold’s side. When they were looking at something together, they both would approach it, so they

to them. Looking at the two who were so close to each other, he looked more and

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

walked over and stood between Reynold

take a few steps back

Ernest in confusion, wondering since

Florence and him that had been shortened by Florence by accident became longer

certain that Ernest had done it

continued to introduce the design. However, he didn’t look

who looked quite interested