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

head.

spoke,

comfortable because she had overdone that kind of thing

hummed in a low voice. His voice sounded quite

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

asked, “Have you had

had,”

he pointed at the table in front. “Would you

wasn’t until then did she

was one of her favorite

Tammy to send it to her,

sweet, she

I’ll take

kissed her on the forehead. Then he put her down on

at Florence. Then he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After eating it, your mouth will become

at him in confusion, wondering why

if her mouth was

turned around and walked

sound of

words just now. She started to eat the sago

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

sink looked quite

startled when took a

armrest of the

said jokingly, “You

was taken

didn’t drool. It was

unhappy she was, she put down the bowl on

checked the bowl and asked calmly,

tone was casual and natural. Nothing

mean to apologize,

nothing to do with his joke

mocked her, but he looked as if nothing

She nodded.

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

breath and handsome face suddenly were quite close to

She clung to the sofa

what are

curled up his lips into

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

he

man’s thin lips were pressed

burned by the hot kiss