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?

head.

she spoke,

because she had

low voice.

For some reason, she

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

I had,”

table in front. “Would you

finger. It wasn’t until then did she see a bowl of sago soup on the

of

to her, so obviously,

she nodded.

take a bath

her on the forehead. Then he put her down on

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

him in confusion,

the matter if her mouth was

at her meaningfully. Then he turned around and

soon heard the sound of the water from

didn’t insist on thinking about Ernest’s words just now. She started

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

looked quite tight

was almost startled when took

the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he

jokingly, “You

was taken aback,

It was the

put down the bowl on

bowl and

tone was casual and

didn’t mean to apologize,

to do

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

She nodded.

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

and handsome face suddenly were quite close to

in shocked. She clung to the sofa

what are

lips into an aggressive

said in an ambiguous, deep, and seductive tone, “You’ve finished eating. It’s my turn to eat

what he was going to

she reacted, the man’s thin lips were

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