My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence felt a bit migraine. In fact, she just answered it casually, but she had never expected that serious consequence. At this moment, she couldn’t get even with Ernest about that kiss just now.

Pressing her lips, she explained, “I didn’t mean that.”

Ernest curled up his lips and said, “I know. You didn’t mean it. Pay more attention in the future.”

His voice was pleasant to hear. They were just simple words, but full of his warm concerns.

Florence couldn’t retort anything else, only nodding.

Right then, the fashion show ended. She stood up. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

After finishing her words, she trotted away immediately.

In the restroom, Florence stood in front of the mirror. As soon as she thought that she was kissed by Ernest in public just now, her heart hammered.

She quickly turned the tap and washed her hands, calming herself down a little bit.

She kept telling herself that Ernest was helping her when kissing her, and his kiss had no other meaning at all.

The relationship between her and him should be a distant one under their mutual tactic understandings.

After reminding herself and calming down, Florence finally walked out of the restroom.

When she was approaching him, from several meters away, she saw Ernest surrounded by three or four young and pretty women.

Those women all had charisma and a beautiful appearance. They should be from famous families of the upper-class. All are quite attractive.

Their gazes all fell on Ernest obsessively, and their fascination with him couldn’t be hidden. They were all longing for getting closer to him.

One of the women held a glass of wine, leaning forward to expose her deep curve on her bosom to Ernest.

With an enchanting smile, she held the glass of wine with her fair fingers, reaching to Ernest as if she was boneless.

“Mr. Hawkins, I know you like red wine. This is your favorite LL. Please have a try.”

As she spoke, she acted as if the wine was about to pour on Ernest’s body. She also kept leaning forward as if she was about to cling to him.

It was obvious that she was throwing herself into his arms.

nobody could resist her. Even from afar, Florence wanted to reach out and help her

so many pretty

Florence decided to

but my fiancée doesn’t allow me to drink wine

took a step backward, distancing himself

aloof, and noble. He was not touched by the woman’s seduction

feeling

paces forward, looking

heard

she? When did she say she didn’t

was so popular with women. Florence wondered how little his desire was so that

words rejected all

you don’t want to drink the wine, why don’t we

actively, usually other men wouldn’t have the heart to reject. No matter what, they would talk

said coldly and casually, “My fiancée is here. I can’t

spoke, Ernest suddenly strode over

was stunned, looking at

wondered when he had seen

at the spot. She couldn’t

gazes from the group of women, which

she was hated

at all. He strode over to Florence, naturally

“Why is your hand so

words were full of

a bit agape, looking at the affectionate man in front of her

both hands together and wrapped them with his palms. He rubbed them gently

her at a loss. “Feeling

hands was like an electric current, shocking her skin all the way to

looking at Ernest

wondered what

under so

are

his lips into a smile and pulled her hands into the pocket of his

hands tightly, consistently warming