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 feel

shook her head. “I’m truly

she spoke,

feel comfortable because she had

a low voice.

confusion. For some reason, she

you had dinner? Are you quite busy

I had,” answered

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

followed his finger. It wasn’t until then did she

one of her favorite

Tammy to send it to her, so obviously, Ernest

she

take a

Then he put her

implication, “Eat more. The

confusion,

was the matter if

smiled at her meaningfully. Then he turned around

soon heard the sound of the water

didn’t insist on thinking about Ernest’s words just now. She started

Soon, Ernest came out.

in a loose silk bathrobe. The belt on his waist was tied casually. The collar was open, which exposed a large area

sink looked quite tight and

was almost startled

elegantly walked to Florence and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching

jokingly, “You

was taken aback,

It was the

down the bowl on the table

the bowl and asked calmly,

casual and natural.

mean to apologize,

nothing to do with his

but he looked as if

She nodded.

supporting his arms on

breath and handsome face suddenly

clung to the sofa tightly with a

what are

his lips into

ambiguous, deep, and seductive tone,

wondered what he was going

the man’s thin

burned by the hot kiss