My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The heat in his eyes faded away a bit. He worriedly looked at her. “Does it hurt?”

Florence gritted her teeth. She shook her head and then nodded.

She whispered, “A little bit.”

They had done it so violently last night. She hadn’t recovered completely.

A trace of regret flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Immediately, he released her, looking quite guilty.

“I’m sorry, Florence. I didn’t restrain myself.”

He left her body. Cool air fell on her, which made Florence sober.

With her twinkling eyes, she looked at him and didn’t know what to do.

She hadn’t recovered yet, and it still hurt a bit. However, she could tolerate the pain.

But, Ernest had got up already. She felt too shy to speak it out...

However, Ernest was quite decisive. Without any hesitation, he picked up Florence’s pajamas and put them on her gently.

Florence still felt hot all over. When he touched her, she felt as if she got an electric shot.

She felt extremely uneasy.

She had never expected that this extreme ambiguity would end up in this way.

It felt so awkward.

Ernest noticed Florence’s depressed face, and his eyes were darkened slightly. His fingers stroked her belt.

In a hoarse tone, he asked, “Do you want to finish it?”

Florence gaped at him, blushing.

“No, I don’t!”

He must be talking nonsense.

Ernest smiled. He put on his pajamas, pulled her hand, and lay down on the bed.

He let her sleep on his arm and whispered ambiguously in her ears, “Be patient. We can do it tomorrow.”

Florence believed that she was patient enough. He was the one who kissed her eagerly, wasn’t he?

Thinking of that, she felt more awkward.

“No way!”

Her hands pushed his chest. “Just leave me alone. I don’t want it.”

Ernest wrapped around Florence, holding her from the back tightly.

was full of amusement, “That doesn’t work.

Florence choked up.

speak those shameful

--

busy, they could be

days later, the preparation for the journey was finished by

the

would take them, so

then, Ernest and she

Florence also had a small backpack, in which she put some

there would be any accidents, things in the backpack could save

in

her backpack

backpack for Florence, Ernest started

was standing aside, watching him. She checked on her own backpack from time

to take the backpack with her

in the backpack. Usually, she wouldn’t look for something in it. If she wanted to put something in the backpack, it shouldn’t

she thought of it, Florence

take the bottle of contraceptive pills,

the pocket of her outfit, once Ernest hugged

bad idea to put the bottle

Ernest was still packing, Florence picked up her backpack and

of the nightstand open and took out the bottle of

a sense of guilt, she acted pretty quickly. She opened

heard the man’s confused voice.

could feel that his footsteps were

he walked

did

was tightened, and all her hair was standing on

the bottle into

turned around and said in a panic, “Nothing...

hid it behind her

were full of vigilance and

up and down as if he wanted

deep tone, “What are you hiding

jumped

enough, he

didn’t know what to

or insist on hiding it from him and avoiding him forcibly checking her

was in

her backpack tightly, she insisted, “Nothing.

not a

easily

strode over and stood in front of

hands, he wanted to reach

and strong. When he moved, it looked as if he was holding Florence, completely embracing her

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

heart would skip a beat, but right now, she