My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest: “You should be quite exhausted last night. Eat some light dishes today. Good girl, they are good for recovering.”

Reading the message, Florence blushed instantly. She couldn’t help recalling the erotic scenes last night.

She wondered if Ernest was implying that they were too hot last night so she needed to eat something light today.

What a rascal!

Looking at the light dishes on the table, Florence wanted to cry but failed to shed tears. She replied to him.

Florence: “Will you come back for lunch?”

Ernest: “I’m too busy to go back now. Go ahead have lunch. I’ll go back to accompany you in the evening.”

It was said that they were going to refit a car, and Ernest designed it in person. He must be super busy right now.

Florence understood but also felt a bit sorry for him.

After experiencing last night, she wondered if he would still be fine.

Thinking for a moment, she sent him another message: “Remember to have lunch.”

Ernest replied immediately: “Okay.”

Then he sent another message: “Are you feeling better now?”

His question reminded Florence about her weakened legs right away.

She thought about last night again.

She felt so uneasy while replying: “I’m fine, completely OK. You don’t need to ask Tammy to deliver the high-tea to me later. I can go out to have it.”

While typing, Florence cast an embarrassed glance at the two women next to her.

She had to lie on the bed because of doing that kind of thing, and Tammy delivered her the food and drinks as if she was taking care of a patient. Florence felt so ashamed.

Ernest: “That’s good. You’ve recovered quite well. Does that mean we can continue tonight?”

While Florence read the message, her mouth corners fiercely twitched.

She inwardly cursed him.

What a cheeky man!

She couldn’t believe that his first reaction was that he could continue having sex with her since she told him she had recovered.

In anger, Florence directly switched off her cell phone, ignoring him completely.

cheeks were so reddened

looked at

of nasty jokes were you chatting with each other?

Florence blushed more.

she said, “Not at all. Stop making wild guesses.

she pushed away from the quilt

have lunch

was prepared for one person or for

couldn’t finish them all, so she invited Phoebe to join

refuse. She

up from the edge of the bed,

she lifted her foot, she sensed something wrong happened next

walked a few

more deeply, looking

eyes and smiling

you still feel your legs are too weakened to

Florence didn’t answer.

control yourselves? You’ve done it continuously for a whole night. Now you can’t even get off

words made

to the extreme. She glared

it quite

the bed, she didn’t feel anything wrong. However, when she was standing on the floor, she found that her legs

she looked extremely

table, but it felt that

she tolerated it and walked over there forcibly, Phoebe must

few seconds, Florence directly

seriously, “Since the dishes have been delivered to my room, I can have lunch on my bed. Tammy, please

the quilt and covered her

done it

failed to hold

pure sarcasm made Florence nearly fail to

about Ernest while

‘Beast!

Hawkins is a pure

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evening, it was

finally got better. She could get off the bed and walk

she wasn’t happy

It was almost nine in the evening, but

inform her how long he

patience when waiting for him. She felt quite annoyed. Ernest was way too busy, and she wondered he must

anything to