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.

amusement, “That doesn’t work. I’ll get

Florence choked up.

always speak

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Ernest was super busy, they could be together

the journey was finished

the departure

take them, so Florence had taken

then, Ernest and she were

also had a small backpack,

would be any accidents, things in the backpack could

was the common senses in the wild that

her backpack were

packing the backpack for Florence, Ernest started to pack his

She checked on

she reminded herself to take the backpack with her all the time, which

wouldn’t look for something in it. If she wanted

she thought of it, Florence had an

of contraceptive pills, which

the pocket of her outfit, once Ernest

idea

Florence picked up her backpack and walked to her bed

pulled the drawer of the nightstand open and took out the bottle

quickly. She

man’s confused voice. “What

feel that his footsteps were right behind her

when he walked

much did

and all her hair was

pressed the bottle into the

in a panic, “Nothing... I’m not

the backpack, she hid it behind

were full of

swept at Florence up and down as if he wanted to see through her

deep tone, “What are you

instantly jumped to her

he had seen

didn’t know what

she should tell him honestly or insist on hiding it from him

was in a

tightly, she insisted,

not a good

easily exposed

over and stood in front of

out his hands, he wanted to

looked as if he

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

her heart would skip a beat, but