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?

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.

silence the next second. Ernest opened his eyes and said apathetically, “Shut up.” After what

frowned and he slowly sat up, staring straight at her. He was completely naked without the blanket. He looked towards her and teased, “Do you

noticed Ernest’s perfect lean body was exposed right before her eyes. Wait, why was she seeing that? That was completely off topic! Florence’s face flushed like an apple

straight at her. She looked too adorable with her embarrassed and annoyed look, which was completely different to her reckless actions last night. It looked like she had gone completely clear-headed. He pursed his lips

scene which Ernest put on his clothes. His movement was smooth and perfect like a painting. She could not help but be bedazzled.

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

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 Ernest and jerking his

I have no idea what are you talking about, get out, I want to

she admit such things happened last night? That was too embarrassing. She could not help but suspect how foolish she looked after being drunk. Her obsession towards