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. I’ll get

Florence choked up.

could always speak those

--

they could be together aboveboard. Hence,

for the journey

was the departure

they didn’t know how long it would take them, so Florence

and she

small backpack, in which she put some

would be any accidents, things in the backpack

senses in the wild that Ernest

all things in her backpack were prepared by

the backpack for Florence, Ernest

checked on

the backpack with her all the time, which would be convenient

were quite a lot of things in the backpack. Usually, she wouldn’t look for something in it. If she

it, Florence had

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

bottle in the pocket of her outfit, once Ernest hugged her, he would

was not a bad idea to put the bottle

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

she pulled the drawer of the nightstand open and

she acted pretty quickly. She opened

then, she heard the man’s confused

feel that his footsteps

he

much did he

tightened, and all her hair was standing on the

instantly pressed the bottle into

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

the backpack, she hid it behind her

actions were full of vigilance and

and down as if he wanted to see through her

a deep tone, “What are you hiding from

instantly jumped to her

enough, he had seen

know

she should tell him honestly or insist on hiding it from him and avoiding him forcibly

in

tightly, she

are not a

easily

stood in front

his hands, he wanted to

it looked as

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

would skip a beat, but right now, she felt panicked and