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.

speak. Instead, with the phone in his hand,

shirt with one hand. While the buttons were unbuttoned one after another, his slender neck, collar bones, and other parts of his body were exposed

and luring body lines

“Ernest, what are you

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

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

“Why don’t you put down your phone before taking them off?” She noticed that he purposely put the camera in front of his body, wondering if he was giving her a reality

might get a

Ernest chuckled. “I don’t

button. The collar of his shirt was opened widely, and his curved pecs were

was

most perfect state. He looked strong and powerful. Compared with the feminine beauty, he was more wild and

woman’s charm could

expression, his eyes

hard to suppress

him even with

go to you

“What?”

the man’s eyes that were full of desire, her heart was

what he would do to her

would continue to do whatever

so deeply as if her face would bleed. Pressing her lips tightly,

quiet, they

unbutton the buttons, and a large area of his skin was

had powerful arcs

seeing a movie. Florence’s heart hammered so violently as if

also a benefit. Finally, Ernest had taken off his shirt, but Florence wasn’t satisfied at

disdained herself -

had taken off

was about to change a topic and cover what she had been doing, Florence saw Ernest reached out one hand to

sound stimulated her

reddish. “What are you doing?” she

deeply and chuckled in a low voice. “My trousers got

should take

in front of her. How shameless! Florence couldn’t have the guts

covered her

Florence was shy, Ernest

“Why are you so shy? You’ve seen it

seen his body face-to-face in a