My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence felt so guilty, and her mind was in a mess.

Holding the bag of sanitary pads, she trotted into the bathroom and hid.

Sitting on the toilet, Florence was flustered and lost in thought. Ernest had been so nice to her, but she wanted to kick him out. She wondered if that would be too impolite.

She felt a bit sorry.

However, she believed that they didn’t have an actual relationship. If they continued staying in the same room, others would misunderstand them. She couldn’t be so soft-hearted just because she was feeling guilty at this moment.

She believed that they must stay in separate rooms.

Florence inhaled deeply and cheered herself up. Then she walked out decisively.

Ernest was sitting on the sofa. A bowl of brown sugar water that was still hot was placed on the table in front of him.

Looking at her, he frowned slightly. “Why did you stay there for so long? Are you not feeling well?”

Florence looked away and didn’t have the guts to meet Ernest’s eyes.

Ernest thought that she was shy. Pressing his lips, he reached out and pulled her to sit down next to him.

Then, he handed the warm brown sugar water to her naturally.

“Drink it.”

The brown sugar water was quite warm. With the bowl in her hand, Florence felt flustered.

This was the first time that she took the brown sugar water prepared by someone else. When she was with Grayson before, he was never so careful.

At that time, she thought it was normal for Grayson not to know such things since he was a son from a rich family.

However, Ernest was far more superior than Grayson was, and Ernest could be so careful and considerate.

Comparing them, Florence realized how bad her taste in men was in the past. How could she be with Grayson for such a long time?

While Ernest...

be with Ernest in the future, so she shouldn’t continue

her hands holding the brown

out a room card from her handbag, handing it

happened to be a vacant room in the hotel, which was also

expression on

“I enjoy staying here.”

implied that he didn’t have the plan to

was taken aback. It was not the result that she wanted. She reached her hand

helped you to check in was also a president suite, just like this one. There’s no difference in its environment and condition. It would

“What if I don’t?”

His tone was deeper, emanating some

the foreshadow of his mood

be pissed off. In that case, it would be totally

She didn’t have the guts to

it would be impossible for him to move out. She thought for

away the room

It’s all right for me to move into another

the suites in this

up and planned to pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled

the sofa, and then

the sky before a thunderstorm.

so eager to stay separately with

if it was squeezed

but tighten. Looking at Ernest, she almost

to answer, “I just... It would be more

we stay in the same room?”

choked, her mind blank. For a moment, she didn’t find the right words

inconvenient, but it was not convenient

approached closer to

when he spoke, “We’ve been staying together in City N for a long time. Why

staying, sleeping, and eating with Ernest. They clung to each other for almost twenty hours a day, even