My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Under Ernest’s gaze, Florence felt so uneasy.

She urged him shyly, “Hurry up and go. My brother is coming back soon.”

Ernest checked the time on his cell phone. He picked up the blouse from the bed and approached Florence. “Still early. Put it on.”

Although Stanford was her brother, Ernest was still quite unhappy because Stanford had seen her naked arms.

Seeing that Ernest was trying to put on the blouse on her shoulders, Florence pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself more tightly.

They had almost made love, but they were together in a short time. She didn’t think they were so intimate that he could help her get dressed.

That was way too shameful.

“I can do it myself. I’ll put it on.”

As she spoke, Florence snatched the blouse from Ernest’s hands. Then she hid in the quilt together with the blouse.

Ernest was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her deeply with a playful smile.

“When did you learn to put on clothes under the quilt?”

Florence blushed more deeply in embarrassment. She glared at him, “Stop looking at me. Turn around.”

“I’ve seen everything just now. Why are you so shy?” Ernest teased her playfully.

However, he turned around gracefully with his tall and strong back to her.

His voice was still full of amusement. He said, “I’ll see it every day in the future. You should get used to it as soon as possible.”

He sounded as if this time was the only time that he had allowed her to hide from him when getting dressed.

Florence glared at his back. How she wished that she could smash the blouse onto his face. How could this man be so shameless?

She truly didn’t have much time, and she was afraid that Stanford would see Ernest after coming back. She dared not to waste any time and put on her clothes quickly.

After that, she immediately hopped off the bed, reached out, and pulled Ernest.

Off guard, Ernest was a bit taken aback when being pulled by a small hand. He looked at Florence tenderly and held her hand back.

he asked in

and strength from his hand stiffened Florence, who blushed

window. “Did you come in from here? You can leave in the same

Florence

head and stared at

eagerly? Don’t you want to be with

She was just worried that there wouldn’t be enough time. Once her brother

safety, she wanted him to leave here as

“I do. Of course, I want to be with

finished words, she suddenly paused. Covering

realized that Ernest the bastard deliberately led her to confess

He lowered

he said, “I

in the night, flustering

as if she was shocked by the electricity. Her heart hammered so violently that it almost flew out of

and be with him

bed early,

big palm rubbed her hair and he let go of her

he walked to the window, climbed

her room, Florence saw

tightened. Gazing at him, she felt so

she wanted

she parted her lips and said in a soft tone, “Be

Ernest answered

the window for a few seconds, he looked at her and said, “Florence,

voice was charming and magnetic. His words were like

She wondered

When she was about to ask him, only to find that Ernest suddenly turned away. His tall

see which

immediately felt the emptiness in her heart. Subconsciously, she approached the window, pulled out her neck, and looked out. However, outside her window were thick trees. Even under the light of the street lamps, she could only see the darkness. She

area, she even couldn’t hear

blink, Ernest fled

the window in a

heard the

the open window? You are on fever. You

Stanford rushed over and closed