My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence heard his deep voice from the outside, which sounded quite unhappy.

“Florence, I won’t swallow you alive. Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

She didn’t believe him at all.

For such kind of thing, Ernest had experienced it, so Florence wouldn’t be sure if his mind and his words were on the same page.

Florence answered determinedly, “No, thank you!”

After finishing her words, she walked inside the bathroom and started to run the water.

The sound of the running water was heard.

Ernest stood at the door, heaving a helpless sigh. Then he turned away.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Florence finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her face was full of tangled disappointment.

When Ernest was busy, she was expecting him to come back. However, when he came back, she was hiding from him as if a rat was hiding from a cat.

Why couldn’t he stop bullying her?

Florence was so depressed.

Although she had a complicated feeling, she still bathed quickly and walked out of the bathroom.

She still longed for staying with Ernest.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Florence found that Ernest was sitting on the sofa. With a tablet in his hands, his fingers slid on the screen, seemingly he was reading something.

When hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately turned around to look at Florence.

With a smile on his face, he said, “Come over.”

As he spoke, he switched off the tablet and tossed it aside.

Florence walked to him obediently. She took a look at the tablet and said, “It’s alright. You can keep on working.”

“You are here with me. I don’t want to do anything else.”

Ernest reached out and pulled Florence into his arms. She happened to sit on his lap.

She was overwhelmed by the man’s scent. Florence nestled in the familiar arms, and her heart couldn’t help hammering.

She looked at him with her twinkled eyes with an unconcealed smile.

As long as she was with him, she couldn’t help feeling delighted.

With Florence in his arms, Ernest looked at her up and down.

truly getting better? Do

head. “I’m truly

spoke,

all, she didn’t feel comfortable because she had overdone that kind of thing with

hummed in a low

For some reason, she

asked, “Have you had

I had,”

the table in front.

his finger. It wasn’t until then did she see a bowl of

one of

send it to her, so obviously, Ernest

she

it. I’ll take a bath

forehead. Then he put

implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After

in confusion, wondering why he would say

matter if

at her meaningfully. Then he turned around and walked to

soon heard the sound of

words just now. She started to eat the

Soon, Ernest came out.

was in a loose silk bathrobe. The belt on his waist was tied casually. The collar was open, which exposed

looked quite

was almost startled when took

elegantly walked to Florence and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he wiped at

said jokingly, “You are

was taken aback, blushing

It

was, she put down the

the bowl

was casual and natural.

didn’t mean to

had nothing to do

her, but he looked as if nothing had happened. Florence felt

She nodded.

eyes went deeper. He bent over, supporting his arms on the sofa, and

handsome face suddenly were quite close

She clung to the sofa tightly

what are you

his lips into an

tone, “You’ve finished eating. It’s my turn

he

reacted, the man’s thin

was burned by the