My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 1006

Florence held her breath and her heart beat fast.

Ernest returned after the banquet.

Instead of coming in immediately, he leaned against the door frame and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Are you anxious?"

Wearing a black suit, with unnatural red on his cheeks, Ernest seemed to be filled with an evil aura, making him particularly attractive.

Florence couldn't help staring blankly.

She took a few seconds to come to herself. She shook her head.

"No."

"Then I'll come back later."

With that, Ernest turned around and was about to leave.

Florence was stunned. Didn't he come back after the banquet? Why did he leave the moment he came back?

She had already waited for a long time, till all the seas gang dry and the rocks melt with the sun.

"Hey, don't go."

Florence panicked and almost instinctively called him.

Ernest immediately stopped, smiled happily, and strode toward Florence.

"My bride, you are anxious?"

No, she wasn't.

Florence was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't dare to deny it. Otherwise, this man would turn around and leave again. If he drank for another few hours, how long would she have to wait?

Ernest walked to the bedside and gently sat beside Florence.

He leaned to the side and stared at her with burning eyes.

"You are so beautiful today."

It was so sweet.

Florence's cheeks were redder. There seemed to be dozens of deer in her heart, jumping up and down together.

Her eyes flickered and she whispered.

"How much did you drink?" Was her drunk?

"It's no important." Ernest leaned close to Florence with a smile. "The most important thing is to remove your veil first. After that, you're mine."

As he spoke, he did not waste any time. He pulled the corner of the white gauze with his fingers and quickly removed Florence's veil.

There was no obstruction between them. Their eyes met.

The instant became eternity.

Florence did not dodge this time. She looked straight at him and could not help smiling.

Ernest's eyes became even deeper and the flames gradually began to burn.

He suddenly pinched Florence's chin and kissed her.

"Oh..."

Being kissed unexpectedly, Florence widened her eyes in surprise. She was even a little flustered.

She was wearing heavy makeup, and her lips were covered with a few layers of red lipstick. If Ernest kissed her, wouldn't he eat a mouthful of lipstick?

But he didn't give her a chance to dodge or speak. His kiss swept over like a storm.

Florence couldn't refuse at all.

She was pulled into his arms. Feeling his passion and warmth, she unconsciously turned into a pool of water.

After an unknown period of time, Ernest reluctantly let go of Florence's lips.

The fire in his eyes became even more intense.

He stared at her, his voice deep and hoarse.

"Every minute of the wedding night is precious. A momentary pleasure of lovers worth. I want you, my wife."

Florence felt as if she had been struck by electricity.

Before the heat in her body faded, it suddenly increased by dozens of degrees.

Her heart was beating fast.

Her mind buzzing, she had no ability to think at all. The words were echoing in her ears-

"Wife."

The simplest, plainest and most common word, "wife".

But spoken from Ernest's mouth at this moment and in this situation, it became the most beautiful whisper of love in the world.

Ernest kissed Florence on her lips again. His wide palm slowly fell down along her arm and finally landed on her belly.