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

head. “I’m truly fine

spoke,

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

hummed in a low

looked at him in confusion. For some reason, she felt quite

asked, “Have you had dinner? Are you quite busy

I had,” answered

at the table in front.

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

one of her

didn’t ask Tammy to send it to her, so obviously, Ernest asked the servant

she

I’ll take

forehead. Then he

“Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After eating it, your

him in confusion,

matter if her mouth

Then he turned around and walked to the bathroom for a

the sound of the water

just now. She

Soon, Ernest came out.

on his waist was tied casually. The collar was open, which exposed a large area of his

sink looked quite tight

was almost startled when took

the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he wiped at her

jokingly, “You

taken aback, blushing

drool. It

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

bowl

and natural. Nothing

didn’t mean to apologize,

do with

but he looked as if nothing had happened. Florence felt

She nodded.

deeper. He bent over, supporting his arms on

handsome face suddenly were quite close

clung to the sofa

are

lips into an aggressive

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

he was going

reacted, the man’s thin

was burned by the