My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

On the way, Ernest and Florence kept chitchatting about their daily lives. Both felt quite warm in their hearts.

Unconsciously, Ernest arrived at the hotel he checked in - an ultra-luxury hotel, Cindery Hotel.

Florence had never been there, but she knew the hotel was the nearest one by the Fraser family’s villa.

She knew that Ernest had chosen to check in here because of her.

Warmth raised in her heart again. On the screen, Florence watched Ernest walk into the hotel, get in the elevator, and entered his room.

His room was a president suite, quite luxurious. There were not a lot of his belongings in this room, but Florence saw there were two laptops on the tea table.

She was confused. “Why do you use two laptops?” she asked, wondering if one wasn’t enough.

Ernest’s eyes twinkled, a touch of complicated darkness flashing through them.

He answered in a deep voice, “Yeah. I have too much work to deal with. Are you sleepy now?”

Florence shook her head. With him, she felt quite spirited and energetic.

Ernest chuckled. “Do you want to continue chatting with me?”

Florence’s ears blushed. She retorted shyly, “Not really. Since you’ve arrived, hurry up and take a shower before going to bed.”

“How about you?”

“I’m going to bed, too. I’m already lying on my bed, ready for sleep,” Florence answered, affirming with her lips but denying in her heart.

She had completely forgotten that she said she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Ernest’s eyes were full of amusement.

Back then, Florence was always double-faced. Just at that time, they hadn’t confessed their love to each other, and there were a few misunderstandings between them. But now, when seeing her be like this, Ernest adored her a lot.

He pressed his thin lips. After a long while, he said, “Okay. Let’s hang up.”

“All right,” Florence answered with hesitation, suppressing her reluctance.

They had been on the video call for almost an hour, but she wasn’t tired of it at all. She even wanted to be like this forever.

Ernest waited for a few minutes, only to find that Florence was looking at him without any intention to hang up at all.

He curled up his lips into a deeper smile.

the phone in his hand, he walked to the cloakroom

shirt with one hand. While the buttons were unbuttoned one after another, his slender neck, collar bones, and other parts of his body were

body lines made Florence

“Ernest,

pause, he added, “My clothes are dusty. I

could stand dusty or stained clothing. Just now he came out of the forest, which

She noticed that he purposely put the camera in front of his

get a

Ernest chuckled. “I don’t mind you keeping watching

The collar of his shirt was opened widely,

gaze was glued on

chest was in the most perfect state. He looked strong and powerful.

realized that not a woman’s charm could be

expression, his

that he had tried hard to suppress started to burn

could arouse him even with her

go to you tomorrow

“What?”

the man’s eyes that were full of desire,

would do to her after going

wondered if he would continue to do whatever he

deeply as if her face would bleed. Pressing her lips

the atmosphere was quiet, they could feel the ambiguity that was heating

to unbutton the buttons, and a large

arcs and

more exciting than seeing a movie. Florence’s heart hammered so violently as if it would pop out of

had taken off his shirt, but Florence

she disdained herself - she was way

taken

cover what she had been doing, Florence saw Ernest reached out one hand

clear sound stimulated her

“What are you doing?” she

in a

should take

he would live broadcast taking off his trousers in front of her. How

covered her

Florence was shy,

“Why are you so shy? You’ve seen it

seen his body face-to-face in a quite close