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.

her in the end. Not even a single punishment. He even cared for her the

bad that it was most probably the last time something like that was

red. Only she herself knew

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

to send a set of clothing over, but she chanced upon a brand new set

was left there by

and attention to

“Hey, I was too drunk since last night and I was in

brought a new set of clothes and hurried

entering the room, he marched towards Florence and placed his hand on her

that he noticed

expression changed. His face was so dark that it was terrifying, and his

“Who was it?”

“What?”

and immediately her face blushed. She hastily

want to get a

about to flee, but she was pulled

Who was it last night?” He was going to kill

terrified as she saw how riled

explained, “Stanford, it’s not like what you are thinking. He didn’t do anything to me last night, and

marks all over you. Do you really expect me to believe you that nothing

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

I…” She didn’t know how to continue, “It was me who

loss for

decipher what he was thinking from

squeezing out these words, “But he still can’t

all the way.” Florence’s voice was diminishing, “He didn’t actually lay

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

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

could also interpreted it as him not being really interested in her. He just didn’t have any desire for

drooped her head dejectedly, with feelings of bitterness and frustration flooding

Florence exuding this sorrowful aura which caused his handsome face to morph into an expression of disbelief. Was his sister… feeling sad for not being able to go all the way with

Cough, cough.

so many good-looking man. You can get any type that

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