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.

now? If Ernest asked her

quicken at the thought

breakfast. Let’s go to the dining

held Phoebe’s arm tightly and

much about that as it was

nodded her head and pulled

she said to him, “Clarence, let’s go to the dining hall for breakfast

with his unfathomable eyes. There

Florence was using Phoebe

to let

very disturbed under Ernest’s gaze. She felt like she was stared by a

gaze. With her gaze fixing on the road in

cracked a joke, “Hurry up. My parents often have breakfasts on

At the table…

seats with Florence and Phoebe on the left of them and Stanford and Ernest on

clinodiagonal to each other and they sat quite far away from

Fraser family would provide a variety of dishes for every meal. Moreover, as Clarence was the guest, they prepared some other dishes. Therefore, now the table was perched

found that the dishes placed in

for Ernest

were placed in front of him, he would lose his appetite and wouldn’t

up one

is spicy and

vegetable that was originally placed in front of her in front of Ernest, “The green vegetable you

slightly narrowed his eyes when

preferences clearly. But under such

why are

to replace the other

guilty flickered in her eyes

about Ernest’s appetite just now and forgot that she and ‘Clarence’ knew each other yesterday. They shall be not that familiar with each

of

stammered with

her brother’s sharp and probing gaze, Florence felt in a

could she explain this to

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