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.

asked, “Are you truly getting better? Do you

her head. “I’m truly fine

she spoke,

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

hummed in a low voice. His voice

looked at him in confusion. For some reason,

had dinner? Are you quite

had,”

pointed at the table in front. “Would you like

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

was one of her favorite

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

sweet, she nodded.

I’ll take a bath

her on the forehead. Then he put her down on the

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

confusion, wondering

matter if her mouth

her meaningfully. Then he turned around and walked

sound

Ernest’s words just now. She started to eat

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

quite tight

almost startled when took a

elegantly walked to Florence and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he

jokingly, “You are

was taken aback,

drool. It was the

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

the bowl and asked calmly,

tone was casual and natural. Nothing was

mean to

had nothing to do with his joke

as if nothing

She nodded.

supporting his arms on the sofa, and trapped Florence between him and

breath and handsome face suddenly were quite close

in shocked. She clung to the sofa

what are

curled up his lips into

in an ambiguous, deep, and seductive tone, “You’ve finished eating. It’s

what he

reacted, the man’s thin lips

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