My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 180

“Believe it or not, this is the truth. You’d better calm down yourself and drop those evil ideas that you shouldn’t have. Ernest is not a man that we can covet.”

Charlotte felt a great weight of shock and the word ‘fact’ was like a ruthless mountain.

Charlotte stood on the spot stiffly and almost lost her balance.

Her dream of marrying into a noble away turned into bubbles.

But she caught a point in Florence’s words.

- ‘Ernest is not a man that we can covet.’

She said ‘us’.

By the way, Ernest was drugged with the strong philter tonight and he went upstairs. He should have had sex with Florence, but why did Florence go downstairs so quickly together with a doctor?

This meant that nothing had happened between Florence and Ernest just now.

Ernest didn’t have sex with her, but he didn’t have sex with Florence either.

Charlotte’s eyes lit up as if she had discovered something awesome. She fixed her eyes on Florence, “Florence, Ernest didn’t do you either, right? Your relationship with Ernest is not that good. You even haven’t slept with him, right? Your relationship is false and he has no feelings for you, right?”

She asked Florence one question after another.

And every of her questions hit the heart of the problems.

Florence was frozen and felt guilty out of instinct.

From very beginning, everything between her and Ernest was false.

Charlotte didn’t have the chance to be together with Ernest, so did Florence.

However, she could not tell Charlotte about this at present because since Charlotte had done such a crazy thing, she would definitely bring more troubles if she learned about this.

Florence knitted her brows and quickly calmed down herself. She pretended to be composed and said, “Charlotte, you’ve stayed with us in the villa during the past days. Ernest treats me so well. Is it just his show?”

She didn’t reply and asked Charlotte a question.

Charlotte was choked and the lights in her eyes became dim.

Charlotte had seen by herself that Ernest treated Florence well in every aspect.

Even a real boyfriend or husband who loved his girlfriend or wife deeply could not be as thoughtful as Ernest.

Even Charlotte didn’t believe that their relationship was false.

Seeing that Charlotte was convinced, Florence secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Feeling guilty, she didn’t want to stay in the room any longer and said, “Pack up your things.”

Florence didn’t give a glance to her after finishing the words and strode out of the room.

Charlotte slumped down the ground, feeling like all her strength was drained. She was so confused at the moment, not knowing what to do and feeling hopeless.

All her dream had turned into bubbles and it was impossible for her to be Ernest’s wife.

The reason why Ernest wanted to marry Florence was that he loved her. Charlotte had witnessed how Ernest treated Florence carefully and thoughtfully during this period of time.

He treated her so well that Charlotte felt envious.

The possibility that their relationship was false was so low. It was only 1% probable.

And it was 99% probable that Florence would really marry Ernest.

They were about to decide on the date for their wedding ceremony…

She really had no opportunity.

As Florence had taken the medicine given by Harold before walking into the room, she was not affected by the perfume in the bedroom. Hence, after going out of the bedroom, she directly went to Ernest’s bedroom.

Harold had left the villa.

When Florence walked into the room, she found Ernest was lying on the bed. Some of the buttons of his thin pajamas were unclasped, which revealed a large part of his fair skin.

Some dirty thoughts appeared in Florence’s mind when she saw the scene.

Florence uncontrollably recalled the scene when Ernest was wearing nothing. He really had a good shape and looked so sexy.

Not long ago, she and Ernest almost had sex together…

Florence hastily patted her cheeks to sober up herself.

Ernest looked towards her when he heard the sounds. A touch of speculation flashed across his deep-set eyes when he saw her red cheeks.

Florence felt flustered. Covering her face, she asked in an extremely low voice, “Mr. Hawkins, are… are you still feeling uncomfortable?”

Ernest put down the book and turned his head to look at Florence. When seeing that she was covering her face with her hands, his gaze became more unfathomable.

He replied, “Nope.”

His voice was calm and was pleasant to ears. It sounded like he was not affected by the philter.

Florence felt a bit relieved and subconsciously put down her hands. Then she immediately saw Ernest’s skin which was exposed in the air.

He was also looking at her at the moment, his gaze unfathomable and fascinating. Florence almost lost control of herself.

Her heart beat quickly as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

He was damn sexy!

Florence dared to look at it anymore and hurriedly shifted her gaze. She walked to the bed awkwardly, pulled back the quilt and then lay down on the bed.

She lay along the edge of the bed, only occupying a small area of the bed. And there was a large gap between her and Ernest.

Although they were sleeping on the same bed, it looked like they were sleeping in two rooms.

Florence turned her back on Ernest and closed her eyes, “Oh, so sleepy. Mr. Hawkins, I will sleep first. Goodnight?”

Goodnight?

Could she fall asleep?

Ernest fixated his meaningful gaze on Florence with an impulse to reach out his hand and pull her into arms when seeing her petite figure that was quite away from him.

But…

He reached out his hand, but then quickly retrieved it back.

Well.

He had sacred her tonight and he could tell from her vigilance that she still had a psychological shadow.

He could not aggravate her fear towards sex.

They had a lot of time in the future.