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 of her

lowered his head, approaching

do you want to

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

Florence’s mind was messy.

was seducing her in the early morning. Was it truly

her nose might bleed

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

Ernest interrupted her meaningfully before she

at her deeply, and his

for me to

was like a bewitching

answer, Ernest bent down his

He kissed her passionately.

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

could Ernest kiss her

point was that they were

embarrassed to be kissed

embarrassment. After being startled for a moment, she

above her head. Ernest's tall and strong body also pressed on

her more

fulfilled with his scent. His aggressive attack made her so weakened that she couldn’t

all, feeling dizzy.

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

already full and

so she rolled her eyes and planned

“Flory, I’m going

that, Phoebe immediately turned around and walked

Florence was still dizzy.

if she was floating in mid-air, hugged by the soft clouds. She went up and down with

unable

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

arrived at the dining room and saw the man

It was Stanford.

sitting there alone. Nobody but them was

sounds, Stanford raised his head and saw Phoebe. His

at each other but didn’t

quite weird in

suddenly regretted that she came to the dining room

too awkward to meet Stanford

standing stiffly for a while, Phoebe finally calmed down