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.

could resist her. Even from afar, Florence wanted

many pretty girls, it seemed to

it, Florence decided to

sorry, but my fiancée doesn’t allow me

backward, distancing himself

face looked expressionless, aloof, and noble. He was not touched by the woman’s seduction at

stiffed, feeling a bit

also stopped her paces forward,

heard his words

fiancée, wasn’t she? When did she say she didn’t allow him to drink wine offered by other

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

rejected all

not reluctant to fail at all. One of them said, “Mr. Hawkins, since you don’t want to

other men wouldn’t have

his lips and said coldly and casually, “My fiancée is here. I can’t talk to you ladies. Please excuse

Ernest suddenly strode over

looking at

he had

spot. She couldn’t leave the scene

received the shocking gazes from the group of women,

knew that she was hated

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

“Why is your

were full of concerns

at the affectionate man in front of her in

her both hands together and wrapped them with his palms. He rubbed them gently and slightly bent his head down, blowing hot breathe on

deep voice made her at a loss.

and backs of her hands was like

immediately blushed, looking at Ernest in a

what

under so many people’s

are warm

hands in embarrassment. However, Ernest pressed his lips into a

consistently warming them up and making