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.

full of amusement, “That doesn’t work.

Florence choked up.

always speak those shameful words

--

busy, they could be

few days later, the preparation for the

was the departure day

would take

Ernest and she were busy

suitcase, Florence also had a small backpack,

in case if there would be any accidents, things

the common senses in the wild that Ernest taught

things in her backpack

Florence, Ernest

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

with her all the

a lot of things in the backpack. Usually, she wouldn’t look for something in it. If she wanted to put something in the backpack,

of it, Florence

would also take the bottle of contraceptive pills, which couldn’t be

the bottle in the pocket of her outfit,

bad idea to put the

Ernest was still packing, Florence picked up her backpack and walked to her bed

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

pretty quickly. She

then, she heard the man’s

that his footsteps were right behind

he walked

did

and all her hair

pressed the bottle into

turned around and said in a panic, “Nothing... I’m

she hid

were full of vigilance

sharp gaze swept at Florence up and down as if he

deep tone,

instantly jumped to

enough, he had

know what

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

was in a

backpack tightly, she insisted,

are not

easily exposed

stood in front of

wanted to reach

it looked as if he was holding

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

beat, but right now, she felt