My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 130

Being gazed like this, a haze of diffidence engulfed her. Subconsciously, she wanted to give in but in the end, she still gritted her teeth and stared stubbornly at Ernest.

After quite a while, Ernest apparently sighed helplessly.

Then, he lay on the other side of the bed, “As you wish.”

The distance between them instantly became further. As the size of this bed was more than two metres, the space between them could still be filled with several people.

Florence heaved a sigh of relief in her mind. Such a distance gave her a little sense of security.

Then, she put the pillow between them and only then lay down to hit the sack at ease.

She still lay at the side of the bed. Not long after, she fell asleep.

Hearing the steady breathing beside him, Ernest’s closed eyes opened in the darkness. He raised his hand and threw the pillow between them away.

Then, his tall body moved over gently and slowly. He then embraced Florence in his arms.

It seemed that Florence had been familiar with his embrace for long as she did not wake up. Instead, she slightly moved her body and embraced him like an octopus. She comfortably lay in his arms and continued to sleep.

Seeing the unsuspecting little woman in his arms, Ernest curled his lips in pleasure.

He felt very comfortable embracing her. However, embracing such a little woman who was fragrant, he had to resist something in difficulty…

On the next day early in the morning…

When Florence opened her eyes, she found a very confusing thing.

Ernest’s outstandingly handsome face was surprisingly not more than five centimetres away from her. Moreover, she was being embraced in his arms. No, to be more precise, her hands and legs were wrapping around his body.

Her cheeks suddenly flushed. What the hell did she do after falling asleep last night?

She simply did not dare to think about it.

Diffidently, she wanted to withdraw her hands but unexpectedly, Ernest opened his eyes at this time.

He gazed at her and it seemed that he was slightly confused. But, he was seemingly in a good mood and his thin lips slightly curled.

The morning sun was very warm. When it shone on his body, it seemed that his body was bathed in a golden hue by the gentle sunlight, and coupled with his smile; it was an extremely captivating scene.

Florence was almost lost in thought. She stared at him blankly.

He was so handsome and harmless.

Just like a pure and virtuous teenager who could make one uncontrollably fell into him for the first time.

“Good morning.”

Ernest gazed at Florence. He leaned forward a little and his thin lips kissed Florence’s forehead.

It was a very light kiss but it burnt on Florence’s forehead like fire.

Florence was abruptly dumbfounded. Her heart was thumping wildly against her chest.

Panicked, she pushed him, “It, it’s time to wake up.”

However, Ernest did not let go of her and his body suddenly rolled over, making her body lying underneath him.

His tall body was like a tall mountain, making her unable to move.

He kept gazing at her. His eyes gradually darkened and became dangerous and exceptionally aggressive.

“It’s still early, why don’t we do something?”

His voice was very deep. His thin lips pressed down.

Florence was awe-struck and she looked at him in shock. Last second, he was still a pure and harmless teenager but at this moment, he looked incomparably dangerous and evil as he transformed into a wolf in the blink of an eye.

But such a transformation was extremely seductive in which one could not resist.

She almost lost her ability to speak at this moment. She could just be kissed by him blankly, feeling his familiar and dominant breath that rushed into her mouth and senses.

Her mind went blurry.

In the morning, it was the easiest time for someone to be emotional. Feeling Florence’s submissiveness, Ernest was seemingly encouraged and he kissed her even more wildly and lingeringly.

And the most instinctive reaction of his body was even more direct.

Almost uncontrollably, his palm moved into the place inside her clothes.

His palm was so hot that it could apparently burn one’s skin severely and it even strained Florence’s nerves. After the momentary panic, Florence felt so shameful that her body was apparently going to burn up.

Her hands and feet were weak and she could hardly refuse him.