My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She didn’t want to utilize the time to have sex with him!

Ernest laughed softly, “A beauty in arms, what if I don’t want to leave?”

He teased her again.

She didn’t want him to leave either.

So she stayed in her arms hugging him in silence.

Ernest looked at the little head in his arms, his desire was burning but his heart was contented.

Hugging her like this was delightful and torturing at the same time.

Florence was tired and had gone through some terrifying moments today, she fell asleep almost immediately laying in Ernest’s arm.

She heard Stanford’s voice in the middle of her sleep.

“Why with the sofa?”

Tammy replied respectfully, “It’s for Mr. Jenkins, he said he likes this design and asked us to replace this with the one in his room.”

New sofa?

Florence heard and opened her eyes quickly.

The new sofa arrived, so did Stanford!

Stanford cared and concerned about her, there were times where he almost found out that Clarence was Ernest.

And whenever he saw Ernest on her bed, he turned furious…

“Ernest, wake up, quick, my brother is here.”

Florence sat up straight quickly and tried to pull up the man lying on the bed.

It was late and was time to sleep, she didn’t want to wake him up but the situation didn’t permit them to sleep.

Ernest opened his eyes, his eyes shine like stars and he smiled.

“If I walk over now, your brother will suspect even more.”

something and rushed back to the room but was discovered, it sounded

and

should we do then? If my brother doesn’t see you in your room, he will look

out you were here.

his clothes and went to sit on the

worry, it will be fine.”

would be fine, but she trusted him, and her

the door

is here, we have made the

Florence stunned.

and she didn’t need to report to her, but she

be him that instructed

She replied. “Alright.”

is in Flory’s

Stanford asked curiously.

said it would be noisy and dusty in the process of changing the sofa, so he waits in Miss’s room and asked us to inform him once

ask about the sofa and had even thought of

it would be easier to explain everything to Stanford.

“Knock, knock.”

it was Stanford, she immediately jumped down from the bed, tidied her clothes and

indeed

looked at Ernest who sat on the couch.

a glass of fruit juice looking back at

for

He wasn’t

approached and sat down on the other side

want to change the sofa? You

not usually change the owner’s furniture.

“No.”

at Florence, “Florence likes

she didn’t even know how it looked like and she liked it

her as a

remained smiley as an agreement in silence.

eyes but his expression

complexity and let

up and walked

out a

happened? What was strange? What