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, he walked to the cloakroom and took

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

perfect and luring body lines made

“Ernest, what

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

knew that Ernest was a neat freak. He never could stand dusty or stained clothing. Just now he came out of

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

might get

mind, Ernest chuckled. “I don’t

of his shirt

gaze was glued on

an extremely good figure in a just proper way. Even his chest was in the most perfect state. He looked strong and powerful. Compared

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

expression, his eyes

hard to suppress started to

woman could arouse him even with

go to you tomorrow

“What?”

man’s eyes

immediately understood what he would do to her after going to

to do whatever he

would bleed.

again. Although the atmosphere was quiet, they could feel the ambiguity that was heating up between

the buttons, and a large area of his skin was

arcs

hammered so violently as if it would pop out

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

she disdained herself - she was

had taken off

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

clear sound stimulated

“What are you doing?” she

and chuckled in a low voice. “My trousers got dirty as

should take them off

of her. How shameless! Florence couldn’t

covered her

was shy, Ernest smiled more

you so shy? You’ve

seen his body face-to-face