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.

felt so fluctuated that her heart almost popped out

head, approaching

asked, “What do

They were so close that Florence could touch his

Florence’s mind was messy.

blank. He was seducing her in the early morning. Was it truly

was afraid that her nose might

at the enlarged handsome face that was so close to her, she parted her lips and

her meaningfully before she

his eyes were like ink

for me

deep voice was

finished his answer, Ernest bent down his head, his

He kissed her passionately.

his soft lips and pleasant scent that fluctuated her heart, Florence stiffed as if she

kiss her

that they were not alone. Phoebe

embarrassed to be kissed

a moment,

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

kissed her

senses were fulfilled with his scent. His aggressive attack made her so weakened that she

feeling dizzy. She almost couldn’t

and watching them, Phoebe couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners. She was so fed up with

full and she didn't have to have

watching them, so she rolled her eyes and planned to

“Flory, I’m

immediately turned around and walked

Florence was still dizzy.

mid-air, hugged by the soft clouds.

unable to

French kiss, Phoebe slightly blushed. She sped up and strode to

saw the man

It was Stanford.

sitting there alone. Nobody but them

raised his head and saw Phoebe. His eyes were darkened

at each other but didn’t speak

quite weird

She suddenly regretted that she came to the dining room without waiting for

was way too awkward

while, Phoebe finally calmed down