My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 120

Florence’s heart hammered as if it would jump out from her chest.

If she continued staying on his lap, she would be on fire.

She tried her best to tilt her head. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It’s quite late now. If you are not in a hurry, you can deal with those documents tomorrow.”

Then tomorrow it would be Timothy who helped him turn the pages.

Seeing through Florence’s mind, Ernest answered calmly, “They are all urgent.”

Florence was rendered speechless.

If he had so many urgent documents to deal with, why did he go to have the crayfish with her in the evening? They didn’t get full while it was a waste of time.

Florence felt angry but she dared not speak it out. She could only sit on Ernest’s lap and turn the pages for him after a certain estimated period.

However, she didn’t know that Ernest didn’t take a look at the document at all. His gaze was glued on her face, deep and affectionate.

Florence kept turning the pages for Ernest. Since the content was way too boring, shortly, she started dozing off, her head nodding.

“Bang.”

Her head suddenly fell toward the desk.

Ernest acted pretty quickly. He placed his thick palm on the desk and held her forehead.

Then, he held her waist and let her nestle in his arms.

Pressing her head on Ernest’s shoulder, Florence rubbed like a kitten. After finding a comfortable position, she continued to sleep.

Ernest stared at the woman in his arms, his eyes darkened.

How he wished that she could always stay in his arms so obediently...

He lowered his head, his thin lips pecked on her forehead. Then he carried her in his arms softly, walking to the big bed.

...

When Florence opened her eyes, she found a tough problem -- she was sleeping on Ernest’s bed again.

Her heart was tightened. Subconsciously, she looked aside.

It was empty beside her except for a pillow. She heaved a breath of relief. When she was about to get up, she touched the temperature left on the bed sheet beside her.

It meant that Ernest had just got up not long ago.

Sure enough, they were sleeping on the same bed again last night.

Florence flushed, reaching out to rub her painful temples.

“Still thinking about last night?”

The man’s deep and seducing voice rang out at the door. Ernest was in a suit without a tie, emanating a sense of leisure.

Leaning against the door frame, he said in a seductive tone, “How about I go back and sleep with you longer?”

“No. Not necessarily!” Florence refused immediately.

Of course, she was not thinking about last night.

She dared not to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she got off of the bed.

Soon she took a shower and came out, only to find Ernest was standing in the room with a tie. He looked up at her.

Then he passed the tie to her.

Florence was confused. “What are you doing?”

“Tie it for me,” Ernest uttered a few works frankly.

Florence was startled, looking at Ernest up and down.

Hesitant, she said, “Well... since you could dress up in a suit, you should tie the necktie yourself, shouldn’t you?”

“I can wear the clothes with one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the necktie with only one hand before?” Ernest asked in disdain.

Florence was choked. “I’ve never tied a necktie for a man before. How would I know?”

Her answer pleased Ernest for some reason.

He took her head and put it on his collarbone.

He said in a deep and flirting tone, “I’ll teach you.”

His fingers were warm, which seemingly set up a fire burning through her hand to her heart all the way on the skin.