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.

“Are you truly getting better? Do you feel

head. “I’m truly fine

she spoke, she

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

hummed in a low

For some

had dinner?

I had,”

he pointed at the table in front. “Would you

until then did she

was one of her favorite

to her, so obviously, Ernest

she

take a bath

forehead. Then

“Eat more. The sago soup is sweet.

in confusion, wondering why he would

if her

at her meaningfully. Then he turned around

heard the sound of the

on thinking about Ernest’s words just now. She started

Soon, Ernest came out.

his waist was tied

sink looked quite tight

startled when took

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

said jokingly, “You are

was taken

didn’t drool. It

down the

checked the bowl and

tone was casual and natural. Nothing was

didn’t mean

had nothing to do with

her, but he looked as if nothing had happened. Florence felt

She nodded.

eyes went deeper. He bent over, supporting his arms on the sofa,

handsome face suddenly were quite

in shocked. She clung to the sofa

what are

curled up his lips

tone, “You’ve finished eating. It’s my

what he was going

the man’s thin lips were pressed

was burned by the hot