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.

could be so

two men

them, standing aside. Suddenly he felt so fed

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

to remain gentle

look, he turned around and walked into the studio.

figure, and

Reynold was feeling sad as a

mid-aged shop owner

his throat and said to Ernest and Florence politely,

Ernest in with a blushed face. She kept her

her in his

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

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

said, Reynold pointed at the lounge

was quite unsophisticated with a good environment. A young waitress was putting down a cup of coffee and some deserts

Everything was ready.

an ordinary person, he wouldn’t reject

care at all. He looked

almost pissed Florence off,

implied that he disliked that coffee deliberately

the implication in his words also

suddenly felt a

it on purpose. Was he showing off that Florence would make him coffee? What was so great about it? Reynold believed that the relationship between Florence and him was

do anything. Although he didn’t like Ernest, he had

about his work. He started to introduce the designs to Florence and gave her

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

the two who were so close to each other,

you tell me more

he walked over and stood between

had to take a few steps

wondering since when he had become

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

quite certain that Ernest had done it

design. However, he didn’t look so friendly or

interested and focused, Florence looked as if she was