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

tightened her hands holding the brown sugar water and put

room card from her handbag, handing it over to

a vacant room in the hotel, which was also a

expression on his face changing slightly. He directly ignored

“I enjoy staying here.”

didn’t have the plan to

She reached her hand to

I 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 be more convenient for you to stay there alone. You should move

“What if I don’t?”

at Florence. His tone was deeper, emanating some threatening

foreshadow of his

he must be pissed off. In that case, it would

She didn’t have the guts to

that it would be impossible for him to move

the room card,

can continue. It’s all

they were both the suites in this hotel. She didn’t

and planned to pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled

her onto the sofa, and then his tall and strong

was completely darkened just like the sky

to

if it was squeezed between his

Looking at

just... It would be more convenient for us if we stay in different

we stay in the

For a moment, she didn’t find the

was not inconvenient, but it

approached closer

“We’ve been staying together in City N for a long time. Why aren’t you willing

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