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 at

bathtub was full of

out to

a hoarse tone, “Do you want to take it off yourself

startled, blushing again, wondering why she would need

her head and answered in a weak tone, “I

Ernest hummed and didn’t insist. He put the milk bath salt into the

Florence gaped at him.

in surprise, “What

down in the bathtub. The water only reached below his

the milky water,

She was seduced.

it at all. He pressed his sexy lips into a

in an extremely natural tone, “Taking

Florence gaped again.

he was bathing here,

he would take her to

inwardly called

was depressed. Wrapping the quilt on her tightly, she was about to stand up. “Okay. I’ll go out

She would bathe later.

before she stood up, Ernest’s hand

as if he was ordering,

Florence choked up.

way too shameful. She

it back from Ernest’s

lips, Ernest looked somewhat helpless as well as

“Bad girl!”

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

the quilt. As soon as it was pulled away, a large area of

she covered her bosom with her hands. Hence, she

The next second--

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

Florence felt so uneasy.

shy and annoyed, covering her body. Glaring at him in angry, she complained,

swept up and down on her body. His voice became

want to come down or not? Or, shall

lowered his voice on the last

it would be just a simple

to cry but failed to shed tears, wondering if she

to escape

gaze, Florence was timid. She might be caught