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

shook her head. “I’m truly fine

she spoke,

she didn’t feel comfortable because she

a low voice. His

in confusion. For

swallowed and asked, “Have you had dinner? Are you quite busy

had,”

he pointed at the table in front.

followed his finger. It wasn’t until then did she see a bowl of sago soup on the

was one of her favorite

to send it to her, so

sweet, she nodded.

I’ll take a

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

looking down at Florence. Then he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After

confusion, wondering why

was the matter if her mouth

around and walked to the bathroom

the sound

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

Soon, Ernest came out.

was tied casually. The collar was open, which exposed a

looked quite tight

startled

Florence and sat on the armrest of the

said jokingly, “You

was taken

drool. It

unhappy she was, she put down the bowl on the table heavily while

bowl

was casual and natural. Nothing was

mean

to do with

her, but he looked as if nothing had

She nodded.

arms on the sofa, and trapped Florence between him

breath and handsome face suddenly were quite close

was startled in shocked. She clung to the sofa tightly

are

up his lips into an

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

what he was

man’s thin lips were pressed

was burned by the