My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“You must be responsible to me,” Florence added, glaring at him.

Ernest gaped. He looked at the reddish-eyed Florence in disbelief. For the first time, he wondered if he had misheard anything.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “What did you say, Florence? Come again?”

Florence approached him closer, grabbed his collar, and said fiercely, “Why? Do you want to deny it? After raping me, you just ran away. You’ve been hiding the truth from and you lied to me. Now you don’t want to take the responsibility, do you...”

“I’ll marry you,” his words interrupted Florence’s words.

He stared at her, stressing each syllable as if he was swearing. His deep eyes were full of sweetest and deepest affection.

Florence grabbed Ernest’s collar stiffly, still looking quite fierce. However, all her temperament was broken down by his words. She couldn’t continue yelling at him.

He said he would marry her.

Ernest reached out and held Florence in his arms.

His chin rubbing her head, he said in a tender and deep voice, “When I knew you were the girl that night, I wanted to tell you it was me. However, you hate that night so much, so I couldn’t tell you.”

Upon hearing his explanation, Florence finally got the explanation of the questions that had bothered her.

When they met for the first time, Ernest was so aloof as a god, arrogant and proud. He even asked her to sign the agreement of a fake engagement.

At that time, he didn’t care about her, his fiancée, at all.

Florence asked again, “When did you get to know it was me that night?”

“On the night of our engagement.”

Before that night, Ernest ignored her completely. However, after that night, he kept pestering her as if he wanted to prove something...

At that time, she thought that he wanted to have sex with her, so she thought he was a shameless rascal. It wasn’t until now did she realized that he had done so because he wanted to prove if she was the woman that night.

It turned out that he had recognized her such a long time ago.

That was why he changed his attitude to her - he started treating her so well and ambiguously.

“Mr. Hawkins, ever since that night, have you done all those things to chase after me?”

Florence glinted at Ernest with unconcealed amusement.

She was way too slow, and she didn’t realize it until now.

it in secret after knowing that she was his first woman.

lips. Raising his hand, he

He asked

long ago.

blushed. In shyness and embarrassment, she pushed away his

with

her eyes, she said deliberately, “Unless you can prepare a magnificent gift

up his lips into a smile. “Florence, since when you got the bad habit of receiving the

now.” Florence

her dotingly, reaching out to rub her

it to

flustering Florence’s heart. She could hardly keep her unhappy and arrogant look any

she couldn’t

Ernest had to leave before the

Ernest’s pillow, she was so delighted that

that Ernest was the man

fantasy that started the relationship between Ernest and her. Everything enveloped by her nightmare before had gradually

longer resisted or

out of the window. She curled up

-

back to her room quite early. After informing Tammy, she locked

wondered expectantly what gift Ernest would bring

been waiting for several hours, but the man who

out from time to time. After a

the time - it was almost half-past eleven

if he would

a message. Did

she thought, the more worried Florence got. Checking her phone, she found that Ernest hadn’t replied to her message for almost

“Beep- Beep- Beep-”

beeps, but the

When Ernest was busy before, he would always

have happened to

heard

to read

sent her a

about to jump out of her chest finally fell back in

reading the simple reply, she felt quite upset, wondering what on earth Ernest was busy with. How could he even not have time