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?

blank. She looked up and saw a face 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

next second. Ernest opened his eyes and said apathetically, “Shut up.” After what had happened, he still looked carefree and just complained

“Last night, you, you, I…” Ernest slightly frowned and he slowly sat up, staring straight at her. He was completely naked without the

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

look, which 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

His movement was smooth and perfect like a painting. She could not help but be bedazzled. That man was

twitched when he saw her covering her face, peeking at him through her fingers. She was still interested at his body when she was awake? He placed his fingers on his belt and pretended that he was about to take it off. “Do you still want to see it? Just

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

done last night! “I, I, I have no idea what are

foolish she looked after being drunk. Her obsession towards Ernest had deeply rooted inside her that she actually did those to him when