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

hand. While the buttons were unbuttoned one after another, his slender neck, collar

body lines

embarrassment, “Ernest, what are you

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

was 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 dusty and stained

noticed that he purposely put the

get a

could read Florence’s mind, Ernest chuckled. “I don’t mind

he spoke, he also unbuttoned another button. The collar of his shirt was opened widely, and

gaze was glued on

in a just proper way. Even his chest was in the most perfect state. He looked

charm could be seductive, but so was

noticed Florence’s expression, his

that he had tried hard to suppress started to

woman could arouse him even with her

I’ll go to

“What?”

was stunned. When she looked at the man’s eyes that were full of desire, her

he would do to her

continue to do whatever he

bleed. Pressing her lips

was quiet, they could feel the ambiguity

to unbutton the buttons, and a large

powerful arcs

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

was torture but also a benefit. Finally, Ernest had taken

-

Ernest had taken off the

topic and cover what she had been doing, Florence saw Ernest reached out one hand

The clear sound stimulated

“What are you doing?”

in a low voice.

take them off

in front of her. How

her

Florence was shy, Ernest

“Why are you so shy? You’ve

his body face-to-face in a quite