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.

how this man could be so seductive,

two men were watching

he felt

he tried hard to

reminded himself to remain gentle

turned around and walked into the studio. He

owner looked at Reynold’s receding figure, and he

it might be because Reynold was

owner pitied

to Ernest and Florence politely, “This

She kept her head low, feeling

his arms, looking

of a design when they walked in. As

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

pointed at the lounge not far from where they

was quite unsophisticated with a good environment. A young

Everything was ready.

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

at all. He looked at

calm voice, which almost pissed Florence

that he disliked that coffee deliberately

his words also told

suddenly felt a pang

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 getting

he didn’t like Ernest, he had to

started to introduce

looking at something together, they

to them. Looking at the two who were so close to each other, he

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

walked over and stood between Reynold

had to take a few steps back

confusion, wondering since when

and him that had been shortened by Florence by accident became longer

was quite certain that Ernest had done it

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

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