My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

"Me?"
Bonnie was startled with big eyes as if she heard some inconceivable words.
Then she shook her head hurriedly. "No, I can't. How can it be me?"
Her reaction was within Florence's expectations.
Florence smiled and said, "Now, I am also in Raflad. There's no difference between you and me."
"I can do that. So can you."
Bonnie stared at her with big eyes flashing greatly.
Could she do it?
Could she do it, too?
Her heart couldn't help but throb up and down when she thought about it.
She had never thought of having an equal life with men. But just thinking about it really made her excited and yearning.
Florence silently looked at Bonnie, knowing she became excited.
As a woman, no one would be sad or refuse the changed concept from superiority of men over women to equality between men
and women.
No one would like to be a slave for a lifetime and was trampled.
If Bonnie could accept the concept of equality, she would live more happily in the future.
Bonnie still seemed to have a fierce mental struggle. Then, she said casually without much thought.
"In these two days, I've noticed that my friends and some women make changes in their thoughts and behaviors. At least, I find
that they rely less on men according to their words. What's more, I even hear of one woman quarrelling with her husband."
Having said that, Bonnie continued with enraptured look on her face, "This is the first time I have heard that a woman dare
quarrel with her husband. She is really brave. If it happened in the past, she would inevitably be scolded to doubt life, But now,

people involved in the forum seem to be supportive."
Florence asked at her convenience, "Why do they still support the quarrel?"
Although women had improved their status, it wasn't a good thing to quarrel every day, which occurred because of this reason.
"Because her husband is a drunkard and often scolds or beats her. This time, she lost her temper and had a big argument with
her husband. Perhaps she is affected by duke's news."
"I heard that drunkard was scared to death and dared not beat her again."
He was used to bullying people. Once the others suddenly had a strong position, he would immediately lose the war.
Florence could almost imagine that picture. If that woman continued to be in a strong position, people who were in charge of the
family might change.
She changed from being bullied to being a controller.
"That's good, isn't it?" Florence asked Bonnie.
Bonnie nodded subconsciously. Then, she quickly shook her head.
She hesitated, "I don't know."
Although she admired that lifestyle, the deep-rooted concept, after all, wasn't easy to be removed.
Florence was helpless with lips closed. She looked out of the window thoughtfully.
That Ernest stopped her from marrying Hector caused such a big social chain reaction. Had Ernest already predicted about it?
Looking at these messages about changes of these women, Florence thought subconsciously that it wasn't a pure coincidence.
She had to talk to Ernest in the evening.
As Florence was considering about it, she suddenly thought of another important thing.
Today was the third day again.
A day when she had sex with Ernest.

After that night, Ernest came back late and kept sleeping in another room.
In this house, they would bump into anyone. Therefore, there wasn't anything wrong with his behaviors.
But it was different tonight. She had to be with him...
"Why do you suddenly blush, Florence?"
Bonnie's voice with curiosity suddenly came out.
Florence was startled. She blushed and her face turned redder. She incredibly considered that thing in daytime.
"No. Nothing happens. I just felt a little hot."
Florence fanned her face with hands. And then she picked up a snack randomly to eat.
Bonnie was more confused. She looked at Florence and then looked outside, seeing cool wind blowing.
Hot?
Why did she want to wear another coat?
Ernest came back for dinner in the evening. But after dinner, he went out again.
In these two days, he went out early and came back late. Furthermore, because they didn't live in the same room, Florence
sometimes didn't even know when he came back.
She understood he was busy, but tonight wasn't a right time for him to be busy.
He could get sick if he missed the time.
"Ernest."
Florence hesitated and grabbed Ernest's hand, "Don't go. I have something to talk to you."
Ernest stopped walking.
Andrew saw it. He was very discerning and went away with bodyguards. "You talk first. I will wait for you at the door."
As soon as they left, only Florence and Ernest was on the corridor.

Ernest gave a smile at the corner of the mouth. He grabbed her hands with his wide palms, gently kneading Florence's little
hands.
He looked straight at her and said with a happy smile.
"Why? Can't you bear to leave me?"
The ambiguous tone made Florence uncomfortable for a while.
When Florence thought about the words she was about to say, her cheek turned red like a ripe apple.
Ernest was quite interested with his lifted eyebrows. He suddenly stepped forward with his strong body. And he pressed her
against the wall.
His thin lip brought an aggressive air. He slowly approached.
"You don't want to leave me, do you? Well, that's the thing. I won't go and I'll be here accompanying with you."
The last three words he said were full of distinctive tastes.
Florence's face became even redder as if she could boil an egg.
Her eyes flickered and she said shyly.
"No, you don't have to. Quick to do your own business."
Ernest smiled at the corner of the mouth. He suddenly stepped back with his strong body.
"Then I'll go. You stay at home."
After words, he turned and walked away.
Florence was instantly dumbfounded. She hadn't expressed herself!
Almost reflexively, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
"Don't go!"
Ernest readily stopped. He smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled, "Ok. Then let me accompany with you."
As Ernest was speaking, his bony fingers ran down her back.
Florence couldn't control her body. There seemed to be a current flowing into her body.
Her cheeks blushed. She seized his unruly hands.
"I... I... I just asked you when you would be back. So I could remind you not to be late."
Ernest lifted his eyebrows and looked disappointed. "Don't you really want me to stay here to do anything?"
Florence got goosebumps all over her body.
This man was so hot. She lost herself.
Florence flustered and shook her head resolutely.
"No. I don't need anything! Just hurry up with your own work and come back early."
Ernest looked at Florence leisurely and thought for a while.
"Come back early. Then how to define early?"
This problem...
Florence choked and thought about it She said:
"Before twelve."
Ernest touched his chin, "Why did you choose this time?"
Florence's face turned red. He might have known what the business was!
"I don't want to talk to you."
Florence stared at him shyly and pushed him away. She turned and ran.
If she kept talking to him like that, she would lose her face.