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.

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

Florence choked up.

could always speak those shameful words

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Ernest was super busy, they could be together aboveboard. Hence,

days later, the preparation for the journey was

the departure

long it would take them, so Florence had taken almost

she were busy packing their

had a small

any accidents, things in the backpack could save

common senses in the wild that

things in her

backpack for Florence,

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

her all the time, which would be

see there were quite 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, it shouldn’t be easy to be

she thought of it, Florence had an

take the bottle of contraceptive pills, which couldn’t be found by

pocket of her outfit, once

idea to put the

up her backpack and walked to her bed

of the nightstand open and took out

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

man’s confused voice. “What are

feel that his footsteps were right behind her

wondered when he

did he

body was tightened, and all her hair

pressed the bottle into the

and said in a panic, “Nothing... I’m not doing

the backpack, she hid it behind her

actions were full of

swept at Florence up and down as

tone, “What are you hiding from

jumped to

enough, he had

didn’t know what

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

in

tightly, she insisted, “Nothing.

you are not

easily exposed

over and stood in front of

he wanted

and strong. When he moved, it looked as if he was holding

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

but right now, she felt