My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Hence, from then on, Florence took the initiative and started to explain the key points to Ernest seriously and sincerely.

After that, she also read a few more books.

Although Florence was so attracted to getting to know more new things, she still couldn’t help dozing off gradually while reading as she hadn’t slept at all last night.

Looking at the book in her hands, she felt the words were going blurred, and she found it more and more difficult for her to concentrate.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, her head falling onto the desk.

“Pak.”

With a sickening thud, Florence’s head bumped into the man’s thick and warm hand.

Since she didn’t feel any pain, she didn’t wake up. Instead, after rubbing the warm thing in front of her with her forehead, she slept more soundly.

Looking at the little woman sitting next to him, Ernest pressed his lips into a nice curl with a trace of affection.

Then, he picked up his suit jacket that was put aside with the other hand and put it on her shoulders gently.

He started at her deeply, while his palm was still under her face, letting her lean against it.

He couldn’t help but wonder how long hadn’t she stood by him so obediently like this.

In the past few days, Florence hid and distanced herself from Ernest, which was indeed a torment to Ernest.

He would never let such a thing happened again.

“Sweet dreams.”

Ernest looked straight at Florence, his eyes as tender as the calm water with the determination to win.

After staring at her for a long while, he finally slowly switched his gaze to his book. With the other hand turning the pages, he read it slowly.

He only needed three seconds to finish reading one page, and he could fully understand the points on it. It was an efficient but boring thing.

However, since Florence was next to him now, it was the first time that Ernest enjoyed reading.

Florence was lying prone on the desk, which wasn’t supposed to make her nap too long or too comfortably.

But she felt quite cozy when napping this time. Moreover, she even had a silly and meandering dream.

In the dream, she went back to Ernest’s villa in City N.

that she just bought, she opened the

as she entered the villa, she saw Ernest, in a set of loungewear, walking out of the kitchen. A tender and warm

her and took over the vegetables from

and have

Then he

touch on her forehead, Florence felt that her heart was soaking in the warm water. She just watched him walk

sunshine from the French window fell on his back, making him so handsome

noticed her obsessive gaze, Ernest

a mocking smile on his face,

What?

to wipe her mouth corner. However, the man who was already several meters away appeared in front of her all of a sudden, grabbing

of her, and his breath-taking handsome face was approaching her bit by

hot breathe from his mouth overwhelmed her face,

needs some time to cook. I’m already starved. Let’s eat

to her, and she

what he was going to

in nervousness. By instinct, she stopped him and

not? Don’t we do it every

was closer to

panicked. “Every

for a month

was like a feather that was tickling Florence’s

felt that

Honey?

Married?

could they

Florence suddenly

so ambiguously close to her vanished instantly. Under the bright light, Florence

just

of relief, but for some reason, she

did you dream

was heard, which sounded more real

returning

until now did she realize that she was lying prone on the

how long she had been napping on the palm,

was napping on

felt warm and

“I... You... I...”

She turned around and saw Ernest, whose face was the same as that in her dream. He looked so handsome that Florence’s