My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

On the way, Ernest and Florence kept chitchatting about their daily lives. Both felt quite warm in their hearts.

Unconsciously, Ernest arrived at the hotel he checked in - an ultra-luxury hotel, Cindery Hotel.

Florence had never been there, but she knew the hotel was the nearest one by the Fraser family’s villa.

She knew that Ernest had chosen to check in here because of her.

Warmth raised in her heart again. On the screen, Florence watched Ernest walk into the hotel, get in the elevator, and entered his room.

His room was a president suite, quite luxurious. There were not a lot of his belongings in this room, but Florence saw there were two laptops on the tea table.

She was confused. “Why do you use two laptops?” she asked, wondering if one wasn’t enough.

Ernest’s eyes twinkled, a touch of complicated darkness flashing through them.

He answered in a deep voice, “Yeah. I have too much work to deal with. Are you sleepy now?”

Florence shook her head. With him, she felt quite spirited and energetic.

Ernest chuckled. “Do you want to continue chatting with me?”

Florence’s ears blushed. She retorted shyly, “Not really. Since you’ve arrived, hurry up and take a shower before going to bed.”

“How about you?”

“I’m going to bed, too. I’m already lying on my bed, ready for sleep,” Florence answered, affirming with her lips but denying in her heart.

She had completely forgotten that she said she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Ernest’s eyes were full of amusement.

Back then, Florence was always double-faced. Just at that time, they hadn’t confessed their love to each other, and there were a few misunderstandings between them. But now, when seeing her be like this, Ernest adored her a lot.

He pressed his thin lips. After a long while, he said, “Okay. Let’s hang up.”

“All right,” Florence answered with hesitation, suppressing her reluctance.

They had been on the video call for almost an hour, but she wasn’t tired of it at all. She even wanted to be like this forever.

Ernest waited for a few minutes, only to find that Florence was looking at him without any intention to hang up at all.

He curled up his lips into a deeper smile.

Instead, with the phone in his hand, he walked to the cloakroom

one after another, his slender

perfect and luring body lines

in embarrassment, “Ernest, what are you

clothes.” After a pause, he added, “My clothes are dusty. I don’t feel cozy

a neat freak. He never could stand dusty or stained clothing. Just now he came out of the forest, which had a complicated environment, so his clothes went

your phone before taking them off?” She noticed that he purposely put the camera in front of his body,

get

mind, Ernest

The collar of his shirt was opened

gaze was glued

was in the most perfect state.

that not a woman’s charm could be seductive, but so was

expression, his

hard to suppress started to burn in

woman could arouse him even with

go

“What?”

eyes that were full of desire, her heart was tightened

immediately understood what he would do to her after

he would continue to

bleed. Pressing her

the atmosphere was quiet, they could

and a large area

powerful arcs and

was more exciting than seeing a movie. Florence’s heart hammered so violently as if it would pop out

Finally, Ernest had taken off his shirt, but Florence wasn’t

she disdained herself - she was way

had taken

cover what she had been doing, Florence saw Ernest reached out one hand to the belt on

sound stimulated

“What are you doing?”

her deeply and chuckled in a low voice. “My

take them

taking off his trousers in front of her. How shameless! Florence

her

Florence was shy, Ernest smiled

teased her, “Why are you so shy? You’ve seen it earlier,

had seen his body face-to-face in a quite