My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest's mouth twitched slightly.
Was she complimenting herself or admitting her mistake? She was proud of being loved by a strange man?
Noticing that the man's anger seemed to be growing a little more, Florence was worried. How could Ernest be so difficult?
She quickly explained, "No, no, no. That man must be blind so he has a crush on me."
Ernest's mouth twitched again. His anger couldn't die down at all.
Was he also blind for having a crush on Florence?
Ernest didn't want to talk to Florence anymore. Otherwise he would be pissed off.
"Just dance," said Ernest stiffly, and continued to dance with Florence.
Florence refused. The rock-and-roll dance was going to turn her into a fool.
She was hooking Ernest tighter than ever, like an octopus.
"I won't dance. I won't let go until you forgive me."
Ernest looked down at her small head and his anger had abated a lot.
"We're still on the dance floor. Everyone's watching us," said he calmly.
Florence froze, turned her head slightly away, and then saw that the people around were still dancing, while she...
If she didn't let go of Ernest, she and Ernest would become the focus of all the attention.
Florence blushed and released Ernest, looking at him embarrassingly.
Ernest took Florence's hand and continued to dance with her, who was not very good at dancing.
There were some differences between rock-and-roll dance and other dances. It was fiercer, messier and more chaotic.
So even if he had been hugged by Florence, no one would have paid much attention to them.

Florence didn't know any of this. She only felt the dance was both disgusted and scared, which was literally challenging her
physical limits.
She held Ernest's hand very tight and looked at him pitifully.
"Can you be gentler?"
Ernest paused as he tried to walk.
Looking at the woman's pathetic face, he could only listen to her.
Her physical condition was too weak.
But Ernest did slow down his move, turning the fierce rock-and-roll dance into a gentle one.
As a result, they became very unique in the dancing floor.
Hector was dancing with Samantha, but his mind was always on Florence, and he noticed them dancing slowly.
Look at them, Hector thought they didn't know how to dance, so he called out, "Bro, let's change partners."
With that, he let go of Samantha, who twirled toward Ernest.
Florence suddenly was on alert.
She didn't want to dance with Hector, and she didn't like Ernest dancing with other women.
But she couldn't refuse to change partner in a dance.
Florence was unhappy, but she had to bear it.
She was so depressed as she released Ernest and went to Hector. However, Ernest did not let go of her.
Then Ernest just stopped and led Florence off the dance floor before Samantha got to him.
Florence looked at Ernest with surprise.
He didn't dance now?
Looking at Samantha, who was left there alone, Florence felt happy.

She was very cooperative and left the dancing floor with Ernest.
Samantha spun around several times, but no one picked her up, so she finally stopped.
Her face turned pale as she looked at Ernest who was supposed to pick her up, but now had left the dance floor.
Hector was also stunned. They didn't dance?
He hadn't had time to dance with Florence!
What a pity!
However, there would be plenty of opportunities.
Hector did not hesitate. He immediately ran after Ernest and Florence.
Florence also noticed Hector coming after her and she was freaked out.
Leaning over Ernest, she whispered nervously, "Have you figured out what to do with him?"
"Ernest looked grave. "When you provoked him, why didn't you think it would be difficult to get rid of him?"
Florence's mouth twitched. He was still angry with her.
"I didn't mean to provoke him. I waited for you at the door when I saw you didn't come back in the evening. Who knows the man
would say he loved me and wanted to marry me at the first sight?"
With that, Florence felt that her hand was holding tighter.
It hurt a little.
Florence was flustered. "I've declined him many times, but he didn't listen to me. I have no way out so I made up and excuse that
I have to get your consent. Then he brought me here."
Ernest's face was as gloomy as a cloud before a storm.
He stopped short and stared at Florence.
"He's been pestering you since the evening?"

Looking at Ernest's dark and murderous eyes, Florence flinched and dared not answer.
She thought she was walking on thin ice today.
"Bro."
At this time, Hector, who wore a smile on his face, trotted over in high spirits and leaned over to Florence.
Ernest's face darkened again and he pulled Florence behind him.
"We're not familiar enough for you to call me bro," Ernest reminded him coldly.
Hector was still smiling, "Never mind. I'll call you so in the future."
Hector wasn't aware of Ernest's strong aura and said sincerely, "What are your requirements? Flory and I love each other, and I
want to marry her as soon as possible."
Standing behind Ernest, Florence got goose bumps all over.
Could the brainless Duke not say so? It was very dangerous.
She could feel the terrible rage in Ernest.
Ernest's mouth curled up.
"I have three requirements," he said slowly. "If you are in a hurry, you can drop them."
How could he give up?
Hector said seriously, "Just tell me. I'll do it."
In his life, he had never met such an interesting woman as Florence. Although he only spent a few hours with her, he was
obsessed with her.
He had to marry her, no matter what it would take.