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.

pretty. Even her bones were so enchanting that nobody could resist her. Even from

paused her pace forward. Since Ernest was socializing with so many pretty girls, it seemed to be inappropriate for her to

it, Florence decided to walk in another

sorry, but my fiancée doesn’t allow me to drink

took a step backward, distancing himself from the woman

aloof, and noble. He

feeling a

paces forward, looking

had heard

was his fiancée, wasn’t she? When did she say she didn’t allow him

Florence wondered how little his desire was so that he

all other women

said, “Mr. Hawkins, since you don’t want to drink the wine, why don’t we talk about other things? I happen to know something about design

other men wouldn’t

“My fiancée is here. I can’t talk to you ladies.

he spoke, Ernest suddenly strode

looking at Ernest in

he had seen

stiffed at the spot. She couldn’t

shocking gazes from the group of women, which

that she was hated by

strode over

frowned. “Why is

of concerns that couldn’t be

the

them with his palms. He rubbed them gently and slightly bent his head down, blowing hot breathe

her at a loss. “Feeling

from her palms and backs of her hands was like an electric current, shocking her skin all the way

blushed, looking at Ernest

wondered what

felt so embarrassed under

They are warm

embarrassment. However, Ernest pressed his lips into a smile and pulled her hands into the

hands tightly, consistently warming them up and making her