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.

embarrassed when looking

after, the bathtub was full of warm

out to

you want to take it off yourself or shall I help you

again, wondering why she would need him to

head and answered in a weak tone,

insist. He put the milk bath salt into the water, stirred it, lifted his foot, and sat

Florence gaped at him.

in surprise, “What are you

down in the bathtub. The water only reached below his chest, so

milky water, he

She was seduced.

all. He pressed his sexy

extremely natural tone,

Florence gaped again.

was bathing here,

would take her to bathe

called him a

was depressed. Wrapping the quilt on her tightly, she was about to stand

She would bathe later.

before she stood up, Ernest’s

at her deeply and said as if he

Florence choked up.

was way too shameful. She

tried to pull it back from Ernest’s hand. “Not necessary. I can bathe

somewhat helpless as well as

“Bad girl!”

increased the strength of his hand. “Swoosh!” Most of the quilt was

it was pulled away, a large

hands. Hence, she couldn’t keep grabbing the rest quilt at

The next second--

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

Florence felt so uneasy.

her body. Glaring at him in angry, she complained, “Ernest, you... you...”

and down on her body.

or

on the last

realized that it would be

failed to shed tears, wondering if she could choose to

to

Ernest’s deep and threatening gaze, Florence was timid. She might be