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

his head,

asked, “What do you

between them was shortened rapidly. They were so close that Florence could touch his straight and sharp nose and moving lips at

Florence’s mind was messy.

blank. He was seducing her in the

her nose might

at the enlarged handsome face that was so close to her, she parted her lips and blurted out, “Are... are you hungry?

her meaningfully before

and his eyes were like

time for me

deep voice was like

finished his answer, Ernest bent

He kissed her passionately.

pleasant scent that fluctuated her heart, Florence stiffed as if she

kiss her in the early

was that they were not alone. Phoebe was watching them

felt so embarrassed to be

for a moment, she

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

kissed her

His aggressive attack made

couldn’t think at all, feeling dizzy.

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

that she was already full and

them, so she

I’m going for breakfast

that, Phoebe immediately turned around

Florence was still dizzy.

hugged by the soft clouds. She went up and

was immersed in the kiss, unable

watching the French kiss, Phoebe slightly blushed. She

arrived at the dining room and saw the man

It was Stanford.

Stanford was sitting there alone. Nobody

and saw Phoebe.

looked at each other

quite weird

came to the

awkward

a while, Phoebe finally