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.

asked, “Are you truly getting

shook her head.

she spoke,

she had overdone

low voice. His

him in confusion. For some reason, she

“Have you had dinner?

I had,”

at the table in front. “Would you like to eat

until then did she

of

to send it to her, so obviously, Ernest asked the servant to deliver

sweet, she

I’ll take a bath

the forehead. Then he put her down

down at Florence. Then he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After eating

confusion, wondering why

the matter if

her meaningfully. Then he turned around and walked to the bathroom for

the sound

just

Soon, Ernest came out.

The belt on his waist was tied casually. The collar was open,

sink looked quite

startled when took

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

said jokingly, “You are

taken

drool. It

down the bowl on the table heavily

the bowl and asked calmly,

tone was casual and natural.

mean to

to do with

he looked as if nothing had happened. Florence

She nodded.

arms on the sofa, and trapped Florence between

and handsome face suddenly were quite close to

clung to the sofa tightly

are

up his lips into an aggressive

and seductive tone, “You’ve finished

what he was

she reacted, the man’s thin lips

by the hot