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

head.

she spoke,

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

Ernest hummed in a low voice. His voice sounded quite

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

had dinner? Are you quite busy

I had,” answered

pointed at the table in front. “Would you

did she see a

one of her

ask Tammy to send it to her, so obviously, Ernest asked the

sweet, she nodded.

take

the forehead. Then he

implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet.

confusion,

was the matter if

Then he turned around and walked to the bathroom for

the sound of the water

insist on thinking about Ernest’s words just

Soon, Ernest came out.

a loose silk bathrobe. The belt on his waist was tied

quite tight and

was almost startled when

sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his knuckled

jokingly, “You

was taken aback, blushing

drool. It was

unhappy she was, she put down the

checked the bowl and asked calmly,

and natural.

didn’t mean to apologize,

do with his joke

had mocked her, but he looked as

She nodded.

over, supporting his arms

face suddenly were

startled in shocked. She clung to

what are

curled up his lips into an

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

he was going to

reacted, the man’s thin lips

was burned by the