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 feel

head. “I’m

spoke,

she didn’t feel comfortable because she

in a low voice. His voice sounded

looked at him in confusion. For some reason, she

you had dinner? Are you quite busy

I had,”

he pointed at the table in front. “Would you like to eat

wasn’t until then did she see a bowl of sago soup on the

one of her

it to her, so obviously, Ernest asked

she nodded.

take a bath

forehead. Then he put her down on the

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

him in confusion,

matter if her mouth

meaningfully. Then he turned around and walked to the bathroom

sound

just now. She started to eat the sago soup

Soon, Ernest came out.

his waist was tied casually. The collar was open, which exposed

quite tight and

almost startled when took

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

said jokingly,

was taken

drool. It

was, she put down the bowl on the table heavily

bowl and asked

was casual and natural.

mean to

do with his

mocked her, but he looked as if

She nodded.

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

handsome face suddenly were quite close

clung to the sofa tightly with a

are

lips into an aggressive

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

wondered what he was going

man’s thin lips were pressed

burned by