My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

His suggestion was reechoing in her ears. Florence knew what he meant by continuing.

Suddenly, she felt more pains all over her body...

“No... Don’t...”

She wanted to refuse in a panic. However, as soon as her lips parted, they were sealed by a kiss...

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It was gradually getting bright outside.

The sunshine sneaked in through the cracks of the curtain, lighting up the room slowly.

On the soft big bed, two figures were hugging each other tightly.

The man’s eyelashes shook. Then he opened his eyes. Naturally, he raised his hand and blocked the sunshine that fell on the woman’s face.

The woman’s creased brows under the sunshine gradually loosened.

She fell asleep again peacefully.

Raising his arm, Ernest kept blocking the sunshine while looking tenderly and affectionately at the woman in his arms.

Until now, he had been sobered up completely. Looking at Florence’s sleeping face, he still felt as if he was dreaming and all he was watching was an illusion.

However, she was truly lying in his arms. He had just done the most intimate thing with her in this world.

In a certain sense, she had become his woman completely.

From now on, no one could part them again.

For a long while, Ernest kept raising his arm. When the sunshine moved, he kept blocking it from Florence’s face.

Florence had a soundly sleep. Her eyelids moved a bit, and she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the handsome face that was pretty close to her. He was staring at her, his eyes deep and tender.

heart skipped a

face,

if he

his lips and answered. “Not quite

raised

to find the

realized that Ernest had been raising his hand

you get up and close the curtain?” she

so neither of them had noticed that the curtain wasn’t

at Florence meaningfully. His gaze moved from her face

he whispered, “I

lying in his arms with one of his arms under her head. Her hands

almost completely clinging

she was hugging

was way too

but recall the crazy and

hurry, she pulled the quilt and

want

wanted to get off

time, it was the very first time for her to be

wasn’t sober

Florence felt shy

arm,

said in a

at him whit

the quilt. As

could

whole night, when it came to the morning, the scene

a moment of silence, Ernest continued, “Do you regret what happened

first time for them to do such a thing, so it would be better to be based on

last night. Ernest was drugged. After ensuring it was Florence, he completely lost his reason and had

himself at all, so he didn’t know if she was willing to

was scared by his eagerness and

taken aback, blushing more