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

his head, approaching

“What do you want

They were so close that Florence could touch his straight and sharp nose and

Florence’s mind was messy.

blank. He was seducing her in the

her nose

that was so close to her, she parted her lips and blurted out,

interrupted her meaningfully before she

his eyes were like

time for

deep voice was

answer, Ernest bent down his head, his thin lips

He kissed her passionately.

by his soft lips and pleasant scent that fluctuated her heart,

Ernest kiss her in the

that they were not alone. Phoebe was watching

so embarrassed to be kissed

embarrassment. After being startled for a moment, she hurriedly wanted to

grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands against the wall above her head. Ernest's tall and strong body also

her

Florence’s senses were fulfilled with his scent. His aggressive attack made her so weakened

couldn’t think at all, feeling dizzy. She

couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners. She was so fed

felt that she was already full and she

didn’t want to continue watching them, so she rolled her eyes and planned to

whispered, “Flory, I’m going

that, Phoebe 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

in the kiss, unable

the French kiss, Phoebe slightly blushed. She sped up and

arrived at the dining room and saw the man sitting at

It was Stanford.

the huge dining room, Stanford was sitting there alone. Nobody but them was

head and saw Phoebe.

looked at each other but didn’t speak

felt quite weird in

She suddenly regretted that she came

was way too awkward to meet

a while, Phoebe finally