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.

she do now? If

quicken at the thought

for breakfast. Let’s go to the dining

and said in an extremely low

too much about that as it was actually

pulled Florence towards the

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

his unfathomable eyes. There was a touch

that Florence was using

who said those words. Therefore, he didn’t intend to let go of her easily and it was just a matter of

gaze. She felt like she was stared

gaze. With her gaze fixing on the road in front of her, she

joke, “Hurry up. My parents often have breakfasts on time. They are going to arrive at

At the table…

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

Ernest sat clinodiagonal to each other and they sat

Clarence was the guest, they prepared some

that the dishes placed in front of Ernest were

was Ernest’s ‘fiancée’, she tasted many dishes for Ernest

of him,

up one dish that

is spicy and hot. You’ll not like

placed in front of her

narrowed his eyes when seeing her

his preferences clearly.

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

who was going to replace the other dish,

guilty flickered in her eyes and

appetite just now and forgot that she and ‘Clarence’ knew

she be so clear of Clarence’s preference?

with embarrassment, “I…

probing gaze, Florence felt in a panic and her heartbeat

she explain this

again, “What’s wrong? Flory, are