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

other two

them, standing aside. Suddenly he

fists, he tried hard to suppress

reminded himself to

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

at Reynold’s receding figure, and he

it might be because Reynold was feeling sad as a

owner

cleared his throat and said to Ernest and Florence politely, “This way,

in with a blushed face. She kept

his

front of a design when they walked in. As soon as he saw

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

the lounge not far from where they were

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

Everything was ready.

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

at all. He looked at Florence

a calm voice, which almost pissed

that he disliked that coffee deliberately made by

his words also

felt a pang

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

he didn’t like Ernest, he had to

work. He started to

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

who were so close to each other, he looked more and

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

walked over and

take a few steps back to leave Ernest some

since when he had become so interested in

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

quite certain that Ernest

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

looked quite interested and focused, Florence looked as if she was just