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.

her bones were so enchanting that nobody could resist her. Even from afar, Florence wanted

pace forward. Since Ernest was socializing with so many pretty girls,

decided

my fiancée doesn’t allow me to drink wine

backward, distancing himself

aloof, and noble. He

woman stiffed, feeling a

paces forward, looking over at Ernest

heard his words

When did she say she didn’t allow him

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

all other

fail at all. One of them said, “Mr. Hawkins, since you don’t want to drink the wine, why don’t we talk

usually other men wouldn’t have the heart to reject.

and casually, “My fiancée is here. I

suddenly strode

looking at

wondered when he

stiffed at the spot. She couldn’t leave the scene at

the shocking gazes from the group of

that she was hated by

care about it at all. He strode over to Florence, naturally reached out his hand, and

“Why is

were full of concerns that couldn’t be

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

put her both hands together and wrapped them with his palms. He rubbed them gently and slightly bent his

voice made her at a loss. “Feeling

backs of her hands was like an electric

blushed, looking at Ernest

wondered what he

felt so embarrassed under so

are

pull back her hands in embarrassment. However, Ernest pressed his lips into a smile and

tightly, consistently