My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest grabbed her and it seemed like he would not let go of her if she didn’t satisfy him.

Florence was in a panic and she blurted out without a second thought, “I can use my hands to solve it.”

Ernest’s gaze became more sexual. He tightened the grip on Florence’s arm as if he was trying to suppress something.

He was just joking at her. Didn’t she know that her words were a big temptation for him?

Her self-control collapsed into pieced and he almost lost control of himself and wanted to do her on the corridor.

Feeling that Ernest’s breathes were getting heavier and hotter, Florence became more flustered. She was so embarrassed that she even hoped to dig a hole on the ground to hide herself.

“Let go of me now. The… The maids are coming.”

She struggled weakly, trying to take back her hand.

Ernest’s force was so great and if he didn’t want to let go of her, she would not be able to break free from his confinement no matter how hard she tried. But now, she took back her hand effortlessly.

It seemed like he agreed to let go of her.

When thinking of this, Florence felt flustered again. Would he ask her to jerk off him with her hands?

Oh, that was so shameful!

When Florence was lost in her thoughts, several maids walked over in order and greeted them politely.

Florence, whose face was crimson red, was so guilt-stricken. Not daring to let them see her current appearance, she quickly walked to Phoebe and wrapped her arm around Phoebe’s, pretending that she was talking to Phoebe and didn’t notice the maids.

Seeing this scene, the maids felt it inappropriate to bother Florence. Therefore, they became muted and left without saying anything.

Hearing that the footsteps were becoming farther and father, Florence, who had been highly strung up, finally felt a bit relieved.

Phoebe looked at her disdainfully, “Look at yourself. You look really like a coward.”

“That… That’s because…”

Florence stammered. She was so annoyed and shy that she couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

She took a glance at Ernest who was standing not far away and became more flustered.

do now? If Ernest asked

breathes quicken at

it’s time for breakfast. Let’s go

held Phoebe’s arm tightly and said in

think too much about that

and pulled

him, “Clarence, let’s go to

with his unfathomable eyes. There was a touch of teasing in his

that Florence was using Phoebe as an excuse to

it was her who said those words. Therefore, he didn’t intend to let

She felt like she was stared by a

and pretended that she had not notice his gaze. With her gaze fixing on the road in

My parents often have breakfasts on time. They are going to arrive at

At the table…

hosts’ seats with Florence and Phoebe

and they sat quite far away from each

meal. Moreover, as Clarence was the guest, they prepared some other dishes. Therefore, now the table was perched with a

that the dishes placed in front

‘fiancée’, she tasted many dishes for Ernest and therefore

placed in front of him, he

one dish that

and hot. You’ll not like

green vegetable that was originally placed in front of her in

slightly narrowed his eyes when seeing her

his preferences clearly. But

surprisingly and asked, “Florey, why are you so clear of Mr. Jenkins’

to replace the other

flickered in her eyes and she

just now and forgot that she and ‘Clarence’

she be so clear of Clarence’s preference?

with embarrassment,

probing gaze, Florence felt

explain

and asked again, “What’s wrong? Flory, are you keeping