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.

“Are you truly getting better? Do you feel any

her head. “I’m truly fine

spoke, she

didn’t feel comfortable because she had overdone that kind

in a low voice. His voice

him in confusion. For some reason, she felt

asked, “Have you had dinner?

I had,”

the table in front. “Would you like

then did she see a bowl of

was one of her

to her, so obviously, Ernest asked the

she nodded.

I’ll take a bath

forehead. Then

Then he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is

him in confusion, wondering why he would say

was the matter if her mouth

at her meaningfully. Then he turned around

soon heard the sound of

just

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

sink looked quite tight

startled when took a

the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers,

said jokingly,

was taken

It was the sago

unhappy she was, she put down the bowl on the table heavily while

bowl and

and natural. Nothing

mean to apologize,

to do

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

She nodded.

He bent over, supporting his arms on the sofa, and trapped

handsome face suddenly were quite

to the sofa tightly with a

are

up his lips into

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

what he was going

man’s thin

was burned by the hot