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

other two men were watching

shop owner gaped at them, standing aside. Suddenly he felt so fed up while

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

himself to remain gentle and

look, he turned around and

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

that it might be because Reynold was feeling sad as

owner

and said to Ernest and Florence politely, “This way,

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

her in his arms, looking quite

of a design when they walked in. As soon as

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

pointed at the lounge not far from where they

unsophisticated with a good environment. A young waitress was putting down a cup

Everything was ready.

he wouldn’t reject

Ernest didn’t care at all. He looked at Florence

he said something in a calm voice, which almost pissed Florence

that he disliked that coffee deliberately

was speaking, the implication in his words also

suddenly 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

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

quite serious about his work. He started to introduce the

side. When they were looking at something together, they

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

Mr. Myron, could you tell

walked over and stood

had to take a few steps back to leave

at Ernest in confusion, wondering since when

could see that the distance between Florence and him that had been shortened by Florence by accident became longer because of

was quite certain that Ernest had done it

However, he didn’t look

quite interested and focused, Florence looked as if she