My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Since Ernest was not a person to be trifled with, Phoebe quickly pulled open the door and asked in a surprised tone, “Mr… Mr. Hawkins, why are you here?”

Ernest didn’t spare a glance at her. He glanced around the room and asked in a cold voice, “Where’s Florence?”

It sounded like an order from a noble and overbearing emperor.

Phoebe involuntarily pointed at the bathroom and said, “She’s in the bathroom.”

Ernest didn’t intend to avert arousing awkwardness and directly headed towards the bathroom.

Florence was taking a shower in the bathroom, plus that she was disturbed, she didn’t hear the commotions outside of the bathroom.

When she finished it, she finally realized that she forgot to bring in her bath towel.

“Phoebe, can you hear me? Can you please bring my bath towel to me?” Florence shouted.

After a short while, the door of the bathroom was pushed open and someone handed Florence a white bath towel.

Florence reached out to take the towel, but when she looked up, she saw the man who was standing at the door nobly.

“Ah!!!” Florence screamed hysterically.

Phoebe covered her ears with her hands with a bitter expression.

Flory oh Flory, I also wanted to stop him, but Mr. Hawkins’s aura was so horrifying. I couldn’t stop him; moreover, I didn’t dare to stop him.

Florence screamed for a few seconds and she couldn’t react.

She was naked now. Oh gosh, why Ernest suddenly appeared in Phoebe’s bathroom?

Florence’s face was crimson red. She desperately tried to cover her breasts and her pussy while scolding, “Get out of here.”

But Ernest still stood there and stared at her.

Her good figure and fair skin was fully exposed under the light as she was naked now.

A single glance was enough to trigger his sexual desire.

He would not have such a reaction if it was the other woman.

Florence was special for him and she could only be his woman!

Ernest moved his lips and said slowly, “I have to watch you, coz I’m afraid that you’ll run away again.”

was a touch of seriousness and ferocity in his

he came here to

right time to talk about this! Why didn’t he feel

to dress myself.” Florence

chuckled and walked over. He stretched the bath towel, “Why didn’t you negotiate with me when you ran away from my house? Now I don’t necessarily wait for you until

Florence was rendered speechless.

was lost for words and didn’t know how to

from her and his tall figure dwarfed

to be an

in the bathroom was so cold and

he was punishing

teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, “My bad. But we’re now in Phoebe’s home.

would probably complain about this to her for many times in the

it hard to be tough to her when he

in a cold voice, “I don’t mind coming in again if

he

the bathroom, he curled his lips into a sarcastic

consider about his feelings? But he made concession to her again and again because he valued

she have some

illusion that she was not at her home, but

table and then said gingerly, “Mr. Hawkins, have a seat please. Er, Flory called me just now

out the explanation, Phoebe hurriedly ran towards her bedroom and closed

vent his anger, nor did she want to be accused of

the bathroom. When she heard Phoebe’s words, she couldn’t help but

would appreciate his handsome face, just wanted to

Ernest would break into the bathroom again, Florence quickly dressed herself

small

on the sofa elegantly with coldness written

was angry at the moment, he still

took a deep breath and then walked towards him,

to suppress his anger,

she acted obediently, he could pass over

moved out of his house, she had made up her mind that she would not come

her lips and said resolutely and seriously, “Mr. Hawkins, I feel good to live in Phoebe’s home. I won’t come back

Good!

still challenging his patience

towards Florence, “Tell me why. Why are you so resolute in