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

hands holding the brown sugar water

card from her handbag, handing

which was also a president suite. I think it’s just in time, so I helped you

the expression on his face changing slightly. He

“I enjoy staying here.”

implied that he didn’t have the plan

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

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

“What if I don’t?”

tone

foreshadow of his

she insisted, he must be pissed off. In that

have the guts to force him or piss

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

put away the

can continue. It’s all right

both the suites in this hotel.

up and planned to pack her luggage. However, Ernest pulled her arm

and then his tall and strong

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

to

quite low as if it was

Looking at Ernest, she almost gave

answer, “I just... It would be more convenient

if we stay in the

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

but

approached closer

low voice, and the hot breath was sprayed onto her face when he spoke, “We’ve been staying

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