My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

His words were reechoing in her mind.

Florence’s face became so red, covering her eyes more tightly.

Annoyed, she said, “Stop being so shameless! I really need to take a bath.”

If it went on in this way, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to step out of this room at all.

Ernest’s eyes became darkened again when he looked at her shy face.

Pressing his lips, he said in a deep voice jokingly, “Okay.”

As soon as he spoke, he reached out and lifted Florence from the floor together with the quilt.

Florence’s expression changed dramatically. She looked at him in a panic.

“Ernest, what else do you want?”

If he wanted to do it again, she wouldn’t be able to stand it at all.

Ernest strode over to the bathroom. He answered naturally, “I’ll take you for the bath.”

Florence didn’t understand -- she wasn’t crippled, but why did he want to take her to bathe?

Instantly, she wanted to struggle. “I can do it myself. Put me down.”

“Walk by yourself?”

Ernest lowered his head and glanced through Florence’s legs meaningfully. “It seems you weren’t hurt just now. You are still energetic. In this case, we should go on what we did last night. I haven’t had enough yet...”

Florence’s face went pale in fear.

Without hesitation, she excitedly shook her head. “No, I don’t have any energy. I’m so tired!”

When she got off the bed just now, her legs were weakened, so she fell to the ground. If Ernest still wanted to have sex with her, she was afraid that she would be disabled directly.

They had made love for a whole night. She wondered why Ernest still hadn’t had enough.

Florence wanted to cry but failed to shed tears. She started to worry about her future.

In a blink, Ernest carried Florence into the bathroom. He put her to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Then he opened the hot water above it skillfully.

The water ran out of the tap, quickly filling up the bathtub.

Florence was sitting there, wrapped in the quilt. She gazed at the running water without a blink, afraid of taking a glance at the man who was standing next to her.

She noticed that he was moving quite naturally, wondering why he didn’t feel embarrassed because of being naked.

even felt embarrassed

was full

reached out to close the

you want to take it

again, wondering why she would need him to help

head and answered in a weak tone, “I

bath salt into the water,

Florence gaped at him.

asked in surprise, “What

water only reached below his chest, so his strong

milky water, he looked quite

She was seduced.

Ernest didn’t realize it at all. He pressed his sexy lips into a faint

an extremely natural tone, “Taking

Florence gaped again.

was bathing here, what

he would take her

inwardly called him a

quilt on her tightly, she was

She would bathe later.

soon as she moved and before she stood up,

deeply and said as if he was

Florence choked up.

way too shameful. She wasn’t willing

pull it back

somewhat helpless

“Bad girl!”

sigh. Suddenly, he increased the strength of his hand. “Swoosh!” Most of the quilt was pulled away from

as it

gaped. Feeling annoyed, she covered her bosom with her hands. Hence, she couldn’t keep grabbing the

The next second--

hand and pulled off all the quilt from her body. Then he

Florence felt so uneasy.

him in angry, she complained, “Ernest, you... you...” He was

gaze swept up and down

or not? Or, shall I hold

lowered his voice on the last few words,

that it would

but failed to shed tears, wondering if she could choose to

wanted to

under Ernest’s deep and threatening gaze, Florence was timid. She might be caught by Ernest before