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.

that her heart almost popped out of her

his head,

“What do you

Florence could touch his straight and sharp

Florence’s mind was messy.

He was seducing her in the early morning.

that her nose might

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

Ernest interrupted her meaningfully

and his eyes were like ink

for me to

deep voice was

his answer, Ernest bent down his head, his

He kissed her passionately.

pleasant scent that fluctuated her heart,

kiss her in the early

key point was that they were not alone. Phoebe

so embarrassed to be kissed

embarrassment. After being startled for a moment, she hurriedly wanted to

wrists and pressed her hands against the wall above her head. Ernest's tall and

her

Florence’s senses were fulfilled with his scent. His aggressive attack made her so weakened that she couldn’t struggle at

all, feeling dizzy. She almost

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

full and she didn't have

so she rolled her eyes

whispered, “Flory, I’m

around and walked to

Florence was still dizzy.

as if she was floating in mid-air, hugged by

the kiss, unable to escape from it at

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

at the dining room and saw the man sitting at the

It was Stanford.

the huge dining room, Stanford was sitting there alone. Nobody but them was

and saw Phoebe. His eyes

at each other but didn’t

quite weird in the

hammered. She suddenly regretted that she came to

was way too awkward to meet Stanford

while, Phoebe