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.

still felt her cheeks burning. Her cheeks were so reddened just like

at Florence

what kind of nasty jokes were you chatting with each other? By only

Florence blushed more.

shy and annoyed, she said, “Not at all. Stop making wild

pushed away from

let’s have

no matter the meal was prepared for one person or for several ones, there would be a

couldn’t finish them all, so

didn’t refuse. She

from the edge of the bed, walking towards the dining

lifted her foot, she sensed something wrong happened next to

around, only to find that Florence walked a few steps stiffly. Then

blushed more deeply, looking extremely awkward

rolled her eyes

your

Florence didn’t answer.

you control yourselves? You’ve done it continuously for

was still silent. Phoebe’s words

face was reddened to the

she found it quite

standing on the floor, she found that her

she walked, she

from the dining table, but it felt that

tolerated it and walked over there forcibly, Phoebe must make

Florence directly

a solemn look, she said seriously, “Since the dishes have been delivered to my room, I can have lunch on my bed. Tammy,

Florence tidied the quilt and covered her

had done

a long while, she failed to hold

nearly fail to maintain

Ernest while gritting

‘Beast!

is

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it was completely

She could get off the bed

she wasn’t

the wall from time to time. It was almost nine in the

inform her how long he

annoyed. Ernest was way too busy, and she wondered he must be quite

couldn’t do anything to help him