My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest wrapped around her shoulder and let her head press his chest.

He said dotingly, “You said you want a gift that you can’t resist. How will I tell you where the button is?”

It turned out it was still because of her requirements for the gift.

Florence was surprised and joyful. Looking at the bracelet, she felt sweeter.

With a smile, she said, “Let me study where it is myself.”

Ernest looked at her head in his arms dotingly. He had made her such a bracelet because he wanted her to study the design so that she wouldn’t have much time and energy to make wild guesses when he was away.

He patted her on her shoulder and said in a tender and doting voice, “Good girl, let’s go to bed. You can study it tomorrow.”

It was so hard for Florence to see Ernest again, and she was quite interested in this bracelet, so she wasn’t sleepy at all. However, when she heard Ernest’s exhausted voice, her heart was softened.

He hadn’t slept well in the past few days, and he couldn’t only sleep soundly after coming over here.

How could she have the heart to disturb him?

Florence nodded obediently and nestled her head at the coziest position on his chest. “Okay. Good night.”

“Good night,” said Ernest in a gentle tone.

Then he raised his hand and turned off the lamp.

It was dark in the room instantly. The breath of the two was mingling with each other, warming up their hearts.

Florence closed her eyes, listened to Ernest’s powerful heartbeat, and enjoyed his warm embrace. Her heart was fulfilled.

She didn’t ask for too much, as long as he belonged to her.

The next morning, before the dawn, Ernest got up.

He moved in silence. He got off the bed quietly, put on clothes, and was about to leave from the window when it was still dark.

Right then, he heard Florence whisper, “Are you leaving now?”

Ernest paused. Then he turned around and walked to the bed.

He bent over and kissed her on her forehead in the dark.

He said gently, “Yeah. Go back to your sleep.”

see his face clearly, but

grabbed his arm. Her sleepy voice

you come here

carefully asked question was

thin lips, reaching out to

for me. You should go to bed

tugging his sleeve, reluctant to let

three days apart. She wondered when he would come over again. Three days? Or, probably

pull him, his eyes darkened, full of affection as

wanted to stay with

I’m free, I’m come here to see

Florence answered in

got his words, but she still didn’t know when he would come here

do

do tell me. Don’t try to hide anything from me just because you think it’s for my

would make a

I will. Go back to your

her into the quilt. He turned around and

quietly. His figure disappeared in

window. As soon

was not grounded in this villa. Then she could go

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following two days, Ernest didn’t come to her again. During the daytime, he was still too

kill time, Florence studied how she could get out of

midnight, which meant that there must be some loophole in the Fraser family’s security. It would also be possible if she could sneak out in the same way as Ernest sneaked

about it, but he refused to tell her.

Florence wondered why

up. When she was free, she wandered around the villa,

wandering, she met Stanford,

were two or three tall and strong men following Stanford. They

of them looked

shocked, wondering what

a hurry and blocked

“Hey, Stanford.”

pace, putting on a smile on his handsome face as

you having a

with in the past few days, but surprisingly, she found the extremely dark circles under his eyes, which were bloodshot

He looked as if he had been