My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She should not drink liquor if she could not hold it well. Ernest wanted to kick her away out of annoyance yet she did not move a leg. He frowned and held her up from his legs. “Florence, wake up.” He held her shoulders and tried to make her look at him, yet her body was weak like noodles and she fell straight into his arms.

The mixture of the pungent smell of alcohol and her bland body fragrance actually formed a smell that made him moved. Ernest froze and he looked at the woman in front of her who was clinging towards him. She unconsciously put her arms around his neck and cuddled towards his chest, closing her eyes wanting to sleep.

Without support, her body slid down. Ernest instantly held her due to reflex and she clung towards him closer. The soft texture that he had longed for days and nights sparked the desire inside him almost immediately and he lost his self-control.

“Send her home!” Ernest ordered with a coarse voice. He carried her up and walked towards the car beside the road. God knows how much effort he had used to forbid himself from doing things to her. Timothy quickly opened the backdoor of the car with deference. He could not help but admire his master’s self control ability. Miss Fraser had become that drunk and she had even clung towards him. Any ordinary man would have lost his control.

With a gloomy look, Ernest wanted to put Florence into the car. Yet as he had just approached the car seat, Florence started to struggle. “That smells awful, I don’t want to get in.” She struggled very hard and wanted to get down. Ernest quickly held her tighter and took a few steps backward. He looked at her who was in his arms and frowned, saying patiently, “Stop it, get into the car and go home.”

“No, I’m feeling unwell. Let go of me.” Florence’s face contorted and she muttered. She struggled and wanted to get down. Yet she could not stand straight and was falling towards the side. Ernest could only pull her back into his arms.

me, let go of me…” Her strength was little yet she still insisted to push him away, contrary to what she looked like just now, when she insisted to cling towards him. Ernest felt his head ached and he rubbed his temples, jerking her back to his arms. “Enough, go

spend the whole night by the street. She had drunken alcohol and she might catch a cold. Florence’s face contorted more as they approached the car

had gone cadaverous due to fright. Miss Fraser had actually thrown up on Mr. Hawkins! Ernest always had an obsession for cleanliness and he could not bear his clothes getting stained at all. He had not touched such filthy things in his life before. Miss Fraser had certainly pushed

Ernest at the scene, Timothy quickly came forward and wanted to get her away from him. Yet Ernest shot him a glare coldly. “Go away.” Timothy’s hands froze in the air

which had held Florence the whole time and did not let go, and suddenly thought he had thought too much. Ernest still held Florence although he had suffered that much. His feelings towards her had been

to forbid her from falling down due to loss of balance. He looked down at the stain on his chest and wrinkled his eyebrows. He seemed to only make a decision after a

she staggered all the way while being dragged along. “What are you doing? Who are you? Why are you pulling me? Let

gloomy look and he was dragging a girl in who had kept on

to the alcoholic effect, she had thrown up at him without even approaching him, and she had provoked Mr. Hawkins. Seeing him forcibly taking her in, they wondered how he would deal with her. Would he do the