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.

be so seductive, just

other two men

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

tried hard to suppress

reminded himself to remain gentle and

with a cold look, he turned around and walked into the

shop owner looked at Reynold’s receding figure, and he could feel

that it might be because Reynold was feeling

owner

and said to Ernest

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

her in his arms, looking

a design when they walked in. As soon as he

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 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 us,

lounge not far

A young waitress was putting down a cup of coffee

Everything was ready.

reject other’s kindness in

at all. He looked

a calm voice, which almost pissed Florence off, “I drink the coffee only made

implied that he disliked that coffee deliberately

was speaking, the implication in his words also told Reynold

felt a

off that Florence would make him coffee? What was so great about it? Reynold believed that the relationship between Florence and him was getting better. Probably Florence would also make coffee for

anything. Although he didn’t like Ernest, he had to allow Ernest to follow

serious about his work. He started to introduce the

together, they both would approach it, so they

were so close to each other, he looked

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

over and stood

had to take a few steps

Ernest in confusion, wondering since when he had become

him that had been shortened by

that

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

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