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

head. “I’m truly fine

spoke,

all, she didn’t feel comfortable because she

hummed in a low voice. His voice

looked at him in confusion. For some

you had dinner? Are you

I had,” answered

in front. “Would

wasn’t until then did she see a bowl

one of her

it to her, so obviously, Ernest

sweet, she

take a

her on the forehead. Then he

he said with implication, “Eat more. The sago soup is sweet. After eating it, your mouth

him in confusion, wondering why he would say

if

meaningfully. Then he turned around and

the sound of the water from

Ernest’s words just

Soon, Ernest came out.

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

quite tight and

startled when took a

and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Reaching out his

jokingly,

taken aback, blushing

drool. It was the

she put down the bowl on the table heavily while

bowl

tone was casual and natural. Nothing was

didn’t mean

nothing to do with

her, but he looked as if nothing had

She nodded.

arms on the sofa, and trapped

face suddenly

shocked. She clung to the

what are

up his lips into an

and seductive tone, “You’ve

wondered what he was going to

reacted, the man’s thin

by the hot kiss