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...

didn’t think she would be with Ernest in the

holding the brown sugar water and put the

room card from her

in the hotel, which was also a president

expression on his face changing slightly. He directly ignored

“I enjoy staying here.”

have the plan to move

not the result that she wanted. She reached her hand to hold the room card

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

“What if I don’t?”

tone

was the foreshadow

if she insisted, he must be pissed off. In that case, it would be totally

was still afraid of Ernest. She didn’t have the guts to force

realized that it would be impossible for him

away the room

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

in this hotel. She didn’t

to pack her luggage.

sofa, and then his

like the sky before a thunderstorm.

to stay separately with

was quite low as if it was squeezed between

help but tighten. Looking at Ernest,

It would be more convenient for us if we

it inconvenient if we stay in

her mind blank. For a moment, she didn’t find

not inconvenient, but it

closer to

her face when he spoke, “We’ve been staying together in City N

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