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...

stopped her wild mind immediately. She didn’t think she would be with Ernest in the future, so

hands holding the brown sugar water and put the

room card from her handbag,

in the hotel, which was also a president suite.

on his face changing slightly. He directly

“I enjoy staying here.”

he didn’t have

that she wanted. She reached her hand to hold the room card further, trying to press

one. There’s no difference in its environment and condition. It would be more convenient for you to stay

“What if I don’t?”

tone was deeper,

foreshadow of

be pissed off. In that case, it would be

didn’t have the

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

the room card, smiling

continue. It’s

in this hotel. She didn’t mind staying

to pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled her arm to

sofa, and then his

was completely darkened just like the sky before a thunderstorm. His gloominess frightened

so eager to

as if it was squeezed between

help but tighten. Looking at Ernest,

would be more convenient for us if we stay

we stay

a moment, she

inconvenient, but it was not

approached closer

was sprayed onto her face when he spoke, “We’ve been staying together in

eating with Ernest. They clung to each other for almost twenty hours a day, even more intimate than