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

the other two men were watching

Suddenly he felt

fists, he tried hard

reminded himself to remain gentle and

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

at Reynold’s receding figure, and he could feel that

Reynold was feeling sad as a

owner pitied

said to Ernest

Ernest in with a blushed face. She kept her head

his arms, looking quite

in. As soon as he

some professional things. You can’t understand those designs or my lecture. I guess you would feel

said, Reynold pointed at the lounge not far from where

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

Everything was ready.

ordinary person, he wouldn’t reject other’s kindness in

all.

in a calm voice, which almost pissed

he implied that he disliked

implication in his words also told Reynold that

felt a

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

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

serious about his work. He started to

at something together, they both would

were so close to each other,

interested in this part. Mr. Myron, could you tell me more about it as well?” said

and stood

had to take a few steps back to leave Ernest

looked at Ernest in confusion, wondering since when

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

certain that Ernest had

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

Ernest, who looked quite interested and focused,