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.

her heart almost popped out

head, approaching her

asked, “What do you want

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

Florence’s mind was messy.

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

afraid that her nose might

so close to her, she parted her lips and blurted out, “Are... are

meaningfully before she

at her deeply, and his

for me to

deep voice was like a

finished his answer, Ernest bent down his head,

He kissed her passionately.

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

her in the early

was that they were

to

a moment, she

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

kissed her

aggressive attack

feeling dizzy. She almost couldn’t tell the

Phoebe couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners.

felt that she was already full

to continue watching them, so she

“Flory, I’m going for breakfast

around and walked to

Florence was still dizzy.

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

immersed in the kiss, unable to escape from

watching the French kiss, Phoebe slightly blushed. She sped

saw the man sitting at the table,

It was Stanford.

dining room, Stanford was sitting there

Stanford raised his head and saw Phoebe. His eyes were

looked at each other

quite weird in the

heart hammered. She suddenly regretted that she came to the dining room

too awkward to

for a while, Phoebe finally calmed down a