My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 354: It’s Me Who Is Pestering Him

Was it a sense of reliance? Whatever Florence had done last night did indeed shake Ernest up from within. He even started to doubt what he was doing.

However, after she became sober, her attitude finally extinguished all rays of hope still lingering in his heart feebly.

“She was drunk. Can’t take her seriously while she’s like that.”

Ernest’s baritone sounded. It sounded like he was either replying to Timothy or just telling himself that.

Everything that had happened last night was like a ridiculous dream.

Timothy frowned, “But…”

“She already has a boyfriend.”

Ernest cut him off curtly, and his eyes took on a menacing glow. However, underneath that facade, all that he was feeling was a melancholic sensation.

He wouldn’t force her to go according to his will. If he were to let go of her, then she would really be free.

Timothy watched Ernest’s distant yet lonely back, and he could only let out a sigh.

Florence only came back to her senses a little after Ernest was gone.

In the room, Ernest’s scent was still lingering in between the sheets. However, the source of that sensation was all but gone, like the wind.

Everything that was left behind in this room would only aggravate Florence’s pain and suffering.

She took in a deep breath, and it felt like she needed a lot to push back that overwhelming emotion churning inside her. She then headed to the bathroom to wash up.

The moment she entered the bathroom, she saw that suit which was now in the trash can.

There was a visible stain on that suit.

It was her work from last night.

Florence felt her temples jolt, and she only started to feel fear now at the fact that she had vomited all over Ernest. It was a miracle that she was still alive after that ordeal.

And when memories about her feigning ignorance in the bathroom last night came rushing back, Florence felt herself engulfed in more and more intense embarrassment.

end. Not even

last time something like that was

her eyes sting and became red. Only she herself knew very well how unwilling she was

end, no matter how good Ernest’s intentions were, a lie was still a lie. Nothing could change the fact that she was used. He was never that

of clothing over, but she chanced upon a brand new set of clothes in the living

left there by Ernest

as meticulous and attention

away from the clothes. Finally, she picked up her phone and said, “Hey, I was too drunk since last

of clothes and hurried over in just a while.

Florence and placed his hand on her shoulder. He was studying her

noticed a kiss imprint

so dark that it was terrifying,

“Who was it?”

“What?”

to reach to his words, and immediately her face blushed.

I want to get a

took over the clothes and was about to flee, but she was pulled

was going to kill that bastard who had

felt a little terrified as she saw

didn’t do anything to me last night,

over you. Do you really expect me to believe you that nothing had

more worked up as he continued, “Flory, tell me, who is the one bullying you? I will definitely get back at him for you.”

redder, “But, last night, I…” She didn’t know how to continue, “It was me who was pestering

at a loss for

decipher what he was

seemingly squeezing out these words, “But he still

way.” Florence’s voice was diminishing,

but when she woke up this morning, she didn’t feel like

they were engaged in such activity, Ernest was still very gentlemanly towards

interested in her. He just didn’t have any desire for

head dejectedly, with feelings of bitterness and frustration

of disbelief. Was his sister… feeling sad for not being able to go all the way

Cough, cough.

to Europe, there will be so many good-looking man. You can get any type

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