My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He leaned over and reeked of alcohol. Florence tensed up as he was too close and her face blushed red and hot.
“Mr. Hawkins, you are drunk.”
“You know that I’m not drunk. Remember what I said.”
Florence’s heart sank and she didn’t dare to think of what he meant. After all, he was Ernest. The first time they met he had
already negotiated with her that they will cancel their engagement in due time. Additionally, he knew about her disgusting issue
that night.
Ernest saw her tensed expression and stopped forcing her. He pulled her hand and wanted to pull her into the house.
Florence froze and tried to withdraw her hand and said, “It’s very late, I should go home now.”
She didn’t dare to go to his house this late in the night. She turned and wanted to leave but she saw that it was raining and
looked like it would get heavier. She could not get a taxi in the villa complex. Even if she called for a taxi, she had to go to the
main entrance to wait for it. Ernest’s villa was a distance away from the gates.
She hesitated for a while and looked awkwardly at Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, can you lend me an umbrella?”
Ernest stood still and said with an insistent tone, “Just sleep here.”
What? Florence was stunned and quickly refused, “No, this is inappropriate.”
“You are my fiancée, what’s inappropriate about it?” Ernest said as a matter of fact, “Furthermore if you go back in this rain, how
will people think when they see you in the rain?”
“But...” Florence hesitated. This seemed logical but she never thought about staying the whole night at Ernest’s place.
Ernest looked at her, “Why? Are you scared that I’ll devour you?”
Florence replied, “No...”
“Then come in.” Ernest decided for her and turned to enter the house.
Florence stood awkwardly and she felt vexed but didn’t insist on going back. After hesitating for a while longer, she finally
entered the house. Ernest grinned when he saw her enter.

He walked up to the second floor, “Come with me.”
“Okay.” Florence followed him up and saw Ernest leading her into a room. It was the room that she spent the night when she was
sick. She was familiar with the surroundings and she became less apprehensive. Ernest took a white shirt and gave it to
Florence.
“I don’t have any female clothes. Wear this after you’ve taken a shower.”
“Thanks.” Florence took the shirt, felt the comfortable material, and began to blush. This was his shirt and she wondered if he
had worn it ...
“Erm... then I’ll go and take a shower. You have an early rest.” Florence composed herself and unconsciously hugged the shirt
and ran into the bathroom.
Half an hour later.
Florence finished showering and came out of the bathroom wearing Ernest’s white shirt. She thought that the room would not
have anyone but she was stunned when she saw him sitting on a chair.
Why didn’t he leave?
Ernest heard a sound and turned to look at Florence. His gaze darkened. Her face was flushed from the hot shower and looked
so pink and tender. He felt the urge to take a bite into her.
The shirt covered her thighs while exposing two snow-white legs making her look even more petite and cute. Florence could
sense from Ernest’s look that he was getting increasingly aroused and she immediately blushed. It was said that it was the
greatest arousal for a man to see a woman wear his shirt.
She quickly walked to the bed and took the blanket to cover herself and said, “Mr. Hawkins, do you need anything?”
“No.” Ernest composed himself as if nothing had happened and stood up calmly.
He walked to the closet to take a set of pajamas and then walked to the bathroom.
Florence looked at his actions and said in surprise, “You are showering here?”
Ernest smiled and said, “Why not? This is my room.”

“Your room?” Florence was startled and jumped off the bed. She thought that it was a guest room. But she realized after looking
at Ernest’s pajamas that since his clothes were in the closet, this must be his room. When she thought that she just showered in
his bathroom and lay on his bed, Florence wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
She felt extremely awkward and said, “I, I will sleep in the guest room.”
“I don’t have a guest room here.” Ernest looked at Florence and added, “There is only one bed.”
Florence, “...” This was a huge villa with so many rooms. Are they all for show?
She thought about it and said, “Then I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“I don’t have any extra blanket. It is raining and cold tonight. You will catch a cold if you sleep on the sofa.”
“It’s alright, I’m strong...” Before Florence could finish, Ernest turned and walked over to her.
He looked directly at her and his voice was low and sinister, “What I’m going to do to you will be the same even if you sleep on
the sofa.”
Florence tensed up and blushed completely. She looked at the man’s gaze and didn’t dare to say anything else. She went back
to the bed and laid down as close to the edge as possible. The bed was two meters wide and all she took up was a tenth of the
space. Ernest frowned and felt for the first time that the bed was too big.
Florence thought that she would be too nervous to sleep when she shared the bed with another man. She felt as though she
could feel his breath but she fell asleep after a while. When he started to hear her soft breathing, Ernest slowly opened his eyes
in the dark.
He slowly turned on his side and looked at the woman who slept with her back towards him. She was so close but yet so far.
“Boom...” A clap of thunder rattled the window.
Florence was startled and her petite body shook. In several turns, she ended up in his embrace. She seemed to have found a
refuge and fell asleep again in his arms. Ernest tensed and looked at the woman in his embrace. Her soft body snuggled tightly
in his arms like a kitten curling up in his embrace.
Her fragrance was so arousing and caused the fire within him to rage uncontrollably.

This woman...