My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He looked at her in surprise. She was clearly sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, yet her soft words sounded that clearly. Did she know it was him even in her dreams? And was it him the one that she meant to hug and refuse to let go? Did she actually have him in her heart?

Those thoughts made Ernest’s heart raced once more, who had entirely given up earlier. He was so emotional that he could not wait to wake her up and ask her one more time whether it was true or not. Yet before he took any action, he heard Florence’s voice once again who seemed to be complaining. “Ernest…you’re a bad boy.”

Ernest was startled, and his brimming joy instantly became a mix of sadness and amusement. She was not answering him, and was just sleep talking. She even scolded him in her sleep. Ernest felt aggrieved, and he could not help but tease himself. What was he hoping?

If Florence had not gone drunk tonight, they would not hug each other now, and they would only be strangers who only greeted each other on street when they see each other. She was going to leave City N the day after tomorrow, leaving him, tonight was solely the last night for them to say goodbye.

A somber look crept onto his handsome face. He extended his long arm and pulled the blanket over to cover them. Everything went back to normal.

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Pain. Her head hurt. Her head hurt so much as if it had been run over by wheels, and the brain had been crushed into pieces. Florence wanted to massage her temples the moment she woke up, yet her arm seemed to be suppressed by something when she tried to retrieve it and she could not move it. What was going on? Not only her head inexplicably hurt so much, she could not even move her body?

which was so handsome that she could not move her eyes away. It was the face that she was amazed no matter how many times she saw it. She became relieved. Luckily it was Ernest, not some stranger she slept with after being drunk.

under the blanket, and realized she was hugging him like an octopus. A shrill broke the morning silence the next second. Ernest opened his eyes and said apathetically,

he slowly sat up, staring straight at her. He was completely

right before her eyes. Wait, why was she seeing that? That was completely off topic! Florence’s face flushed like an apple and

was completely different to her reckless actions last night. It looked like she had gone completely clear-headed. He pursed his lips and stood up. He got down the bed

peeked through the gap between her fingers and she saw the scene which Ernest put on his clothes. His movement was smooth and perfect like a painting. She could not help but be bedazzled. That man was too handsome and he was too hot. He looked attractive no matter what he did. It would be nice if she could see him

was awake? He placed his fingers on his belt and pretended that he was about to take it off.

what are you talking about, how would I, pounce on, you…” As she said, episodes of events last night inevitably popped out into her mind. Although it was discontinuous, she could still remember most of them. She had actually behaved like a pervert last night, laying hands on

deranged things on earth had she done last night! “I, I, I have no idea what are you talking about, get out, I want to put on my clothes now!” Florence covered herself tightly with

things happened last night? That was too embarrassing. She could not help but suspect how foolish she looked