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.

Even from afar, Florence wanted to reach out and help

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

realizing it, Florence decided to walk

but my fiancée doesn’t allow me to drink wine offered by

step backward, distancing himself from the woman in an

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

stiffed, feeling

stopped her paces forward, looking over at

had heard his

When did she say she didn’t allow him to drink wine offered by

desire was so that he could make his

all

Hawkins, since you don’t want to

have a chat so actively, usually other men wouldn’t have

his lips and said coldly and casually, “My fiancée is

spoke, Ernest suddenly strode

stunned, looking at

wondered when he

at the spot. She

she received the shocking gazes from the group of

she was hated by

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

he frowned. “Why is your hand

words were full of concerns that

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

hands together and wrapped them with his palms. He rubbed them gently and slightly bent his head

deep voice made her

from her palms and backs of her hands was like

at Ernest in a

what

so embarrassed under so

They are warm

pressed his lips into a smile and pulled her hands into

her hands tightly, consistently warming them up and making