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

was full

out to close the

hoarse tone, “Do you want to take it off yourself or shall I help you

why she would need him

her head and answered in a weak tone,

salt into the water, stirred it, lifted

Florence gaped at him.

in surprise, “What

bathtub. The water only reached below his chest, so his strong chest

milky water, he

She was seduced.

all. He pressed his sexy lips into

in an extremely natural tone, “Taking a

Florence gaped again.

was bathing here, what

he say he would take her

inwardly called him

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

She would bathe later.

she moved and before she stood up, Ernest’s hand grabbed her

as if he was

Florence choked up.

way too shameful. She wasn’t willing

pull it back from Ernest’s hand. “Not necessary. I

somewhat helpless as

“Bad girl!”

he increased the strength of his hand. “Swoosh!” Most of the quilt was pulled away from Florence’s

as it was pulled away,

hands. Hence,

The next second--

her body. Then he tossed it into the corner of

Florence felt so uneasy.

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

and down on

to come down or

lowered his voice on the last few

it would be just

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

to escape

She might be caught by Ernest before her feet reached the