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 get

Florence choked up.

always speak those shameful words

--

could be

days later, the preparation for the journey was finished

was the departure day

they didn’t know how long it would take

Ernest and she were busy packing their

a small backpack, in

be any accidents, things in the

the common senses in

all things in her backpack were

packing the backpack for Florence,

checked on her own backpack from time

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

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

she thought of it,

also take the bottle of contraceptive

her outfit, once Ernest

idea to put the

picked up her backpack and walked

the drawer of the nightstand open and took

acted pretty quickly. She opened the

she heard the man’s confused voice.

feel that his footsteps were right

wondered when he

much did

tightened, and all her

pressed the bottle into

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

she hid it behind her

actions were full

and down as if he wanted to see

tone,

heart instantly jumped to

he

know what to

insist on hiding

was in a

tightly, she insisted,

not a

words easily exposed

stood in front of

out his hands, he wanted

as if he was holding Florence, completely embracing her petite

His scent overwhelmed Florence.

skip a beat, but