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

it’s time for breakfast. Let’s go to the dining hall

held Phoebe’s arm tightly and said in

too much about that

her head and pulled Florence towards the

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

There was a

was using Phoebe as an excuse to

he didn’t intend to let

gaze. She felt like

subconsciously tensed up her body and pretended that she had not notice his gaze. With her gaze fixing on the road in front of her, she quickly walked to the dining hall

My parents often have breakfasts on time.

At the table…

around the table. Alexander and Victoria were sitting on the hosts’ seats with Florence and Phoebe on the left of

and Ernest sat clinodiagonal to each other and they sat quite far

dishes for every meal. Moreover, as Clarence

placed in front of Ernest were

for Ernest and therefore she knew about his preferences and knew that he was so picky in

were placed in front of him, he would lose his

and picked up one

and

vegetable that was originally placed in front of her in front of

narrowed his eyes

preferences clearly. But under

“Florey, why are you so

who was going to replace the other

her eyes

something was going wrong. She was worried about Ernest’s appetite just now and forgot that she and ‘Clarence’ knew each other

so clear of Clarence’s preference? They

stammered with embarrassment,

parent and her brother’s sharp and probing gaze, Florence felt

she explain this to

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