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 just like a ripe red

looked at

nasty jokes were you chatting with each other? By only a few messages,

Florence blushed more.

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

she pushed away from

have

no matter the meal was prepared for one person or for several

so she invited

didn’t refuse. She directly

from the edge of the bed, walking towards

soon as she lifted her foot, she sensed something wrong

Florence walked a few steps stiffly. Then she stopped and stood

blushed more deeply, looking

rolled her eyes and

still feel your legs are too weakened to

Florence didn’t answer.

you youngsters! Why didn’t you control yourselves? You’ve done it continuously for

words

the extreme. She glared

it quite awkward

on the floor, she found that her legs were still sore and weakened. She couldn’t

she looked

only a few meters from the dining table, but it felt that she was

she tolerated it and walked over there

a few seconds, Florence directly

delivered to my room, I can have lunch

she spoke, Florence tidied the quilt and covered her legs

done it

a long while, she failed to hold back and burst into

sarcasm made Florence nearly fail

about Ernest

‘Beast!

is

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evening, it was

get off the bed and walk in

wasn’t happy at

checked the clock on the wall from time to time. It was almost nine in the

how long he would

She felt quite annoyed. Ernest was way

do anything to help him at