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 out

head,

“What do you

them was shortened rapidly. They were so close that Florence could touch his straight and sharp

Florence’s mind was messy.

was seducing her in the early morning. Was

her

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

her meaningfully before she finished her

deeply, and his eyes were like ink on

for me to

deep voice was like

Ernest bent down his head, his thin lips sealed

He kissed her passionately.

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

kiss her in the

point was that they were not alone. Phoebe was watching

embarrassed to be

a moment, she hurriedly wanted to push

the wall above her head. Ernest's tall and

her more

aggressive attack made her so weakened

think at all, feeling dizzy. She

twitch her mouth

full and she didn't

so she rolled

I’m going for

turned around

Florence was still dizzy.

in mid-air, hugged by the soft clouds. She went up and down with them, feeling cozy thought

was immersed in the kiss, unable to escape from

blushed. She sped up and

room and saw the man sitting at the table, she

It was Stanford.

huge dining room, Stanford was sitting

the sounds, Stanford raised his head and saw Phoebe. His eyes were darkened

each other but

quite weird in

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

awkward to

a while,