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 when looking at

after, the bathtub was full of

out to close

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

startled, blushing again, wondering why she would need

answered in a weak tone, “I

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

Florence gaped at him.

in surprise, “What are you

only reached

milky water, he

She was seduced.

at all. He pressed his sexy lips into a faint

answered in an extremely natural tone, “Taking a

Florence gaped again.

bathing here, what about

he say he would take her

inwardly called him a

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

She would bathe later.

and before she stood up,

as if he was ordering, “Let’s

Florence choked up.

too shameful.

it back

his lips, Ernest looked somewhat

“Bad girl!”

sigh. Suddenly, he increased the strength of his hand. “Swoosh!” Most of

as it was pulled away, a large area

bosom with her hands. Hence, she couldn’t keep grabbing the rest quilt

The next second--

the quilt from her

Florence felt so uneasy.

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

and down on her body. His

down or not? Or, shall I

on the last few words, implying something

would be just a

cry but failed to shed tears, wondering if

wanted to escape

timid. She might be caught