My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 161

Being held in his arms, Florence uncontrollably was greeted by the man’s strong hormone. It was so sexy and charming.

“Yeah.” Florence struggled with uneasiness and wanted to leave his embrace.

But Ernest’s arms were so powerful and she failed. He then walked towards the bathroom.

Because Ernest was tall, the space in the bathroom appeared to be narrow when Ernest came in.

It also felt repressive.

Florence felt nervous and hastily said, “I can stand under the shower head and take a shower by myself. Put me down here.”

The bathroom was the most private place.

She felt uncontrollably nervous when staying together with Ernest in the bathroom.

Ernest gazed at her and his gaze became erotic. He refused Florence with a resolute tone, “You have wounds on your body and they can’t touch the water. So you can’t take a shower.”

When speaking, he walked to the bathtub with Florence in his embrace and put Florence beside the bathtub.

When seeing the bathtub, Florence subconsciously reminisced about the shameful scene happened between her and Ernest in the bathtub last time…

She instantly flushed and hurriedly pushed him away, “I know it. I’ll try not to let my wounds be splashed by the water as possible.”

Florence thought that Ernest would have gone out, but unexpectedly, she saw Ernest naturally turning on the faucet of the bathtub to full the bathtub with water.

He even prepared the water for her?

The gurgling sound of the water was like an ambiguously romantic rhythm and sounded so heart-thrilling. Florence felt flustered when hearing it.

After a short while, the bathtub was filled with water.

Ernest turned off the faucet, took a white towel and wet it, and then turned around and fixed his eyes on Florence who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“Take off your clothes.”

Florence blinked her eyes and gazed at him in astonishment.

What did he mean by saying that?

Ernest said patiently in a deep voice, “You can’t take a bath now and I can only wipe your body.”

Florence was still in a dumbfounded state and simply gazed at the towel in his hand.

Even if she could only wipe her body, what the hell was going on? He stood in front of her with a towel and asked her to take off her clothes?

Could it be that he wanted to help her wipe her body?

Ernest seemed to have seen through Florence mind. He looked at her and said in a natural tone as if it was a very normal thing, “I wiped your body when you’re asleep.”

Florence instantly flushed crimson up to her ears. He not only bandaged her wounds, but also wiped her body? It was him who helped her to do those things?

Then had he seen all parts of her body, including those private parts? Oh, so embarrassing!

Florence felt so embarrassed that she even wanted to sail into the water and drown herself.

“I… I can do it by myself. I’m sober now and I can wipe it by myself.”

She quickly snatched the towel from Ernest.

She couldn’t apply medicine for herself, but at least she could wipe her body by herself because it was so easy.

Ernest didn’t stop her. He walked towards aside to make room for her so that it would be more convenient for her to wipe her body.

But he was still standing in the bathroom, showing no intention to go out.

Florence, who felt relieved just now, became nervous again.

She gazed at him with a complete tizzy, “Mr. Hawkins, aren’t you going out?”

“I’ll help you wipe your back later.” He said in a low and natural voice.

But Florence felt thrilled when hearing his words.

Wipe her back? What the hell?

This kind of intimate interaction was so embarrassing…

Florence flushed, “No need. I can wipe it by myself.”

“Can you see the wounds on your back? You don’t know where they are. What if they touch the water?”

Florence was stunned by the two consecutive and pointed questions.