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...

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

holding the brown sugar water and put the

from her handbag, handing it

Hawkins, there happened to be a vacant room in the hotel, which was also a president suite. I think it’s just in time, so I helped

expression on

“I enjoy staying here.”

implied that he didn’t have the plan

It was not the result that she wanted. She reached her hand to hold the room card further, trying to press it into Ernest’s

in was also a president suite, just like this one. There’s no difference in its environment and condition. It would be more convenient

“What if I don’t?”

Florence. His tone was deeper,

was the foreshadow of his

must be pissed off. In

Ernest. She didn’t have the guts to force him

impossible for him to move out.

put away the

you like staying here, you can continue. It’s all right for me to move

the suites in this

she spoke, Florence stood up and planned to pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled her arm to stop

pulled her onto the sofa, and then his tall and strong body pressed

darkened just like the sky before a thunderstorm.

so eager to stay

as if

help but tighten. Looking at Ernest, she almost gave

more convenient for us if we stay in different

it inconvenient if we stay

a moment, she

inconvenient, but it was not

closer

“We’ve been staying together in City N for a

N, she was always staying, sleeping, and eating with Ernest. They clung to each other for almost twenty hours a day, even more intimate