My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Early morning, the second day.

After tidying themselves up, Florence and Phoebe came out of the bedroom, heading to have breakfast.

When they just took a few steps, the door of the room next to theirs was opened from the inside.

Ernest was standing at the gate, gazing at Florence with hidden bitterness.

In a deep voice that fully expressed his unhappiness, he said, “Florence, once you got your bestie beside you, you’ve forgotten about me, haven’t you?”

Florence stopped walking suddenly.

In a hurry, she turned around, only to find Ernest standing while leaning against the door frame. She had forgotten to ask Ernest to go for breakfast with her together.

Phoebe was pretty sensible. Immediately, she released Florence and pushed her towards Ernest.

She whispered, “Hurry up and coax him.”

Florence was silent.

She wondered if it was necessary.

Ernest shouldn’t be so petty, she didn’t need to coax him, did she?

Under Ernest’s threatening and deep gaze, Florence was in a panic. She tried her best to keep smiling and walked over to Ernest.

She reached out to wrap his wrist. “I was about to call you. Let’s go. Shall we go for breakfast together?”

Ernest doubted.

He squinted. He was not a fool. Florence had bypassed his room for a long distance already. She wouldn’t turn around and call him, would she?

Ernest pinched her chin, slightly leaning over to approach her.

His light breath was sprayed on her face.

“We didn’t stay together for a night only. You’ve learned to lie, haven’t you?”

Overwhelmed by his dangerous breath, Florence instantly blushed.

Her eyes twinkled, feeling shy and annoyed.

She hurriedly retorted, “I... I...”

If she hadn’t lied, she wouldn’t be able to explain at all.

However, looking into Ernest’s sharp and threatening eyes, her tongue twisted. She couldn’t utter any word to continue lying.

fluctuated that her heart almost popped

his head, approaching her

do

between them was shortened rapidly. They were so close that Florence could touch his

Florence’s mind was messy.

He was seducing her in

her nose might

enlarged handsome face that was so close to her, she parted her lips and blurted out, “Are... are you hungry? Let’s...” She wanted to suggest going

her meaningfully

gazed at her deeply, and his eyes were like ink

time for me

voice was like a bewitching

he finished his answer, Ernest bent down his head,

He kissed her passionately.

lips and pleasant scent that fluctuated her

Ernest kiss her in the early

point was that they were not

to

a moment, she hurriedly wanted to

against the wall above her head. Ernest's tall and strong body also pressed on her, making her

her

with his scent. His aggressive attack

all, feeling dizzy.

aside and watching them, Phoebe couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners.

was already full and she didn't have

them, so she rolled

whispered, “Flory, I’m going for

immediately turned around and walked to the

Florence was still dizzy.

was blank. She felt as if she was floating in mid-air, hugged by the soft clouds. She went up and down with them, feeling cozy

unable to escape from it

slightly blushed. She sped up and

arrived at the dining room and saw the

It was Stanford.

sitting

and saw Phoebe. His eyes were

at each other but

weird

heart hammered. She suddenly regretted that she came to

awkward

while, Phoebe finally calmed