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.

fresh vegetables that she just bought, she opened

in a set of loungewear, walking out of the kitchen. A tender

to her and took over the vegetables from her hands, wrapping her waist with

and have a rest. Let me cook

he kissed her on her forehead. Then he let

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

from the French window fell on his back, making him so handsome even she was looking at him from

he had noticed her

his face, he said,

What?

about to wipe her mouth corner. However, the man who was already several meters away appeared

was standing in front of her, and his

breathe from his mouth overwhelmed her face,

time to cook. I’m already starved. Let’s

his scent was getting much closer to her, and she could

he was going

instinct, she stopped him and said in a panic, “No! We

Don’t we

closer to

flustered and panicked. “Every day?

for a month already, my

her was like a feather that was tickling Florence’s heart again and

that her

Honey?

Married?

could they get married

Florence

to her vanished instantly. Under the bright light, Florence was taken aback for

was just

relief, but

did you

was heard, which sounded more real than that in her

returning to her senses

on the desk, and a thick and

she had been napping on the palm, but she could see the red

was napping on Ernest’s palm

she always felt warm and

“I... You... I...”

Ernest, whose face was the same as that in her dream. He looked so