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.

truly getting better? Do you feel any

head. “I’m truly

spoke, she

didn’t feel comfortable because she had overdone

Ernest hummed in a low

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

you had

had,”

in

did she see a bowl of sago

of her favorite

to her, so obviously, Ernest

sweet, she

take a

kissed her on the forehead. Then he put her

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

looked at him in confusion, wondering

was the matter if

around and walked to the bathroom for

soon heard the sound of the water from

on thinking about Ernest’s words just now. She

Soon, Ernest came out.

silk bathrobe. The belt on his waist was tied casually.

looked quite tight

was almost startled when

Florence and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled fingers, he wiped at her mouth

jokingly, “You

taken

It was the sago

down the bowl on the

checked the bowl and asked calmly,

casual and

didn’t mean

to do with

looked as if nothing had happened.

She nodded.

He bent over, supporting his arms on the sofa, and trapped Florence between

and handsome face suddenly were quite

clung to the sofa tightly with

what are

curled up his lips into an

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

he

reacted, the man’s thin lips were

was burned by the hot kiss