My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence suddenly blushed and she was so embarrassed she wanted to push him away.
What did he mean she was anxious in having sex with him? Hello?
Did he not know who was the one pouncing on her, kissing her and touching her all over her body just now?
No, it was not the time to argue about this.
Still grabbing Ernest's shirt tightly with her fingers, Florence said in a low voice, "Today is the third day, we..."
We have to have sex.
Ernest's look turned gloomy, but he still wore a composed smile.
His voice was gentle and calm. "It’s okay if we don’t have sex once. I won't get sick. Don't worry."
He had always been very persuasive. With his indifferent look, she nearly believed him.
Yet how would she risk his life?
What if he got sick if they did not have sex this time?
They were in a bad situation and there were no doctors. They would be unable to gain control of the disease at all upon onset,
and no one would dare to contemplate how serious the result will be.
"I don't care. You have to sleep with me today."
Florence gritted her teeth and was very assertive.
Ernest was stunned when he heard her. He looked at her with a mixed expression.
With a hoarse voice, he spoke with great difficulty, "Florence, do you know what you are talking about?"
His expression became a little dejected, "You look like a prostitute who is thirsty of sex."
“...”
Florence’s face flushed. She was enraged and shy. She wanted to cover her face and straightaway hide under the quilt, never
coming out again.

Who is she doing this for? For whom?!
She was really angry that she wanted to leave him alone.
Seeing Florence looking so angry that she wanted to strangle him, Ernest once again suppressed the lust inside him.
He stood up and was ready to go out of the tent when she was angry.
But as he just took one step, Florence stretched out her arms around his waist and hugged him. Her soft body clung tightly to his
back.
Ernest's body froze.
He could hear Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I won’t catch a cold easily anymore."
"Speaking about embracing each other for warmth, we can only warm each other more if we don't wear anything. If you hold me
tight, I won't feel cold."
She knew the reason he did not want to make love was because he was afraid that she would feel cold.
She did not even want to take off her clothes when she slept during this weather, let alone she had to take off all her clothes
when they make love.
Sensing the softness of the woman’s body behind him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely, faster and more heavily.
His voice was low and slow, "Florence..."
There were too many things he wanted to say, but that was the only word he could say.
He felt so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely and never gave up on him.
...
The night was long and cold.
Two young people were hugging each other tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other so tightly that there was no a single
gap between them.
They huddled together in a sleeping bag, and they could only fit into the small space when they held each other tightly.

Yet they did not feel crowded at all.
Florence leaned on Ernest's strong shoulder. She was a little tired, but she still stubbornly opened her eyes.
She could only vaguely see the outline of his chin in the dark.
"Ernest."
She gave a soft, very soft whisper.
Ernest immediately responded softly over her head. "Yeah?"
Florence spoke with a very low, soft voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in her voice.
"Will we die here?"
It could be that darkness was too good in destroying a person’s mental defense. When they were in such an environment,
Florence's thought which she had been suppressing finally popped out into her mind.
During the day, when they were walking in the snow, she saw only boundless snow and mountain peaks. After going past a
mountain, there would be another. The journey seemed endless.
The longer they walked, the more tired they became.
The water and food they brought in their backpacks could only last a few days.
The more Florence looked at such a place with no way out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them to walk out of the
snowfield on their own.
Not to mention they did not even know where to get out of here.
On their way here, they had kept on seeing snowy mountains as they drove for more than ten days, and the destination which
awaited them at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how far away it was and whether they could
find it or not.
The road seemed endless no matter from behind or the front.
After Florence spoke, there was a short moment of silence in the dark.

The silence seemed to be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it made her desperate.
After a long while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of her head.
"Florence, do you regret it?"
Regret? Did she regret coming after him to find Raflad, and losing their way here in the end which could even make her lose her
life?
Florence shook her head and spoke firmly, "I don’t."
She felt lucky to have come with Ernest, otherwise if he had suffered this himself, she would feel heartbroken even if she was
safe.
She would rather suffer with him.
Ernest’s body went slightly stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling hot water in the snow.
It can melt everything,
He hugged her tight, and kissed her hair lightly.
"Although the positioning has been disturbed, the upgraded compass can still be used. The direction we are heading to is
Raflad. I'm not sure how many days it will take to get there, but I promise we will reach Raflad.”
When they get there, they would not freeze and starve to death in the snow as there are people.
"Florence, don't be afraid. Stay with me and let’s keep going."
Don't be afraid, don't fear, and don't fall.
When they were in such a place, the biggest fear was to lose confidence. Once their mentality broke down, the body will soon
break down.
"Alright!” Florence nodded heavily.
"As long as I'm with you, I won’t be scared. I'll persevere until the end."

If she wanted to accompany him, she could not hold him back.
Staring at the vague outline in front of her, the timidity inside her turned into firm determination.
The night was cold, and they held each other tightly to resist the cold weather.
Florence was awakened the next day.
Ernest had already put on his inner clothes. He was holding his head with one hand and was looking at her.
She was still in his arms, warm.
Florence opened her eyes and looked at his handsome face in confusion. A smile broke upon her lips.
"Good morning, Mr. Hawkins."
Her smile was very beautiful, so beautiful that it looked like the snow lotus on the top of a snowy mountain.
Ernest looked deadly gentle. "Good morning, Miss Fraser."
His voice was extremely listenable and pleasant to the ears.
Florence’s arms which were embracing Ernest tightened even more, she buried her face in his chest.
She grunted with a baby voice, "I don’t want to get up, I still want to sleep for a while."
She was still not awake and she was still sleepy.
Ernest looked at her head which was in his arms, and he could not help but let out a loving smile.
She used to look like that too when she refused to get off the bed.
At that time, he would let her continue to sleep and accompany her until she woke up completely.
But not today.
Ernest touched her hair and said softly, “I’ll let you go to bed early tonight, but now we have to get up early and get on our way.
The weather is good during the day and the temperature is higher."
Florence who was about to fall asleep at every minute suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked a little shocked and only realized they are now in a vast snowfield, not on the big cozy bed at home.