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.

getting better? Do you feel

shook her head. “I’m

she spoke,

feel comfortable because she had overdone that kind of thing with

low voice. His voice sounded

For some

had dinner? Are you quite busy

had,”

he pointed at the table in front.

then did she see a bowl of

was one of her

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

she

take a bath

the forehead. Then he put her down on

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

in confusion, wondering

was the matter if her mouth

her meaningfully. Then he turned around and walked to

heard the sound of

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

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

quite

almost startled when took a

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

jokingly, “You are

taken aback,

drool. It was the sago

put down the

bowl and

tone was casual and natural. Nothing

didn’t mean to

do with

but he looked as if nothing had

She nodded.

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

face suddenly were quite

was startled in shocked. She clung to the sofa

are

curled up his lips

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

what he was going

reacted, the man’s thin lips were

by the hot