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.

getting better?

head. “I’m truly fine

spoke, she

she had overdone that kind of thing with

hummed in a low voice. His

him in confusion. For some reason, she

“Have you had dinner? Are you

had,” answered

the table in front. “Would you

until then did she see a bowl of sago

was one of her favorite

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

sweet, she

take a bath

the forehead. Then he put her down

stood up, looking down at Florence. Then he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago

him in confusion,

was the matter if

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

sound of

insist on thinking about Ernest’s words just now. She started to eat the sago soup

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

looked quite

was almost startled

elegantly walked to Florence and sat on the armrest of the

jokingly,

taken aback, blushing

It was

she put down the bowl on the table heavily

checked the bowl and asked

tone was casual and

mean to apologize,

nothing to do

had mocked her, but he looked as if nothing had happened.

She nodded.

supporting his arms

and handsome face suddenly were quite close

startled in shocked. She clung to the sofa

are you

lips into

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

what he was

man’s thin lips were pressed

burned by