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...

she would be

decisive about her thoughts. Florence tightened her hands holding the brown sugar

out a room card from her

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

expression on his face changing slightly. He directly

“I enjoy staying here.”

didn’t have the

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

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

“What if I don’t?”

at Florence. His tone was deeper, emanating

was the foreshadow of his

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

have

him to move out. She thought

put away the room card,

like staying here, you can continue. It’s all

the suites in this hotel. She didn’t

pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled her arm

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

just like the sky before a thunderstorm. His gloominess

eager to stay

as if it was squeezed between

tighten. Looking at Ernest, she almost gave

whispered to answer, “I just... It would be more convenient for us

we stay in the

a moment, she didn’t find the right

was not inconvenient, but it was not

closer to

the hot breath was sprayed onto her face when he spoke, “We’ve been staying together in City N for a long time.

always staying, sleeping, and eating with Ernest. They clung to