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.

spoke,

feel comfortable because she had overdone

Ernest hummed in a low

in confusion. For some reason, she felt quite

and asked, “Have you had

I had,” answered

the table in front. “Would you like

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

of

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

she nodded.

it. I’ll take a

the forehead. Then he put her down on

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

confusion, wondering why he would

the matter if

turned around and walked to the bathroom

soon heard the sound of the water from

words just now. She started to

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

sink looked quite

almost startled when took a

armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he

said jokingly, “You

taken

drool. It was the sago

she was, she put down the

checked the bowl

tone was casual and

mean to apologize,

do with

as if nothing had happened.

She nodded.

his arms on the sofa,

handsome face suddenly were

shocked. She clung to the sofa tightly

what are you

up his lips into

ambiguous, deep, and seductive tone, “You’ve

what he was

thin lips

by the hot kiss