Instantly, Florence’s body was stiffened. “You... What are you doing?”
“I want to ask you why you are peeping at me all the way. What do you want?”
Ernest approached Florence bit by bit. His tone was too deep that it sounded so dangerous.
Supporting his arms on both sides of Florence’s seat, he almost wrapped Florence with his embrace, extremely ambiguous.
Florence’s breath even became heated, intertwined with his breath.
With a blushed face, she retorted, “No, I’m not.”
“You don’t admit it. Then it means you feel guilty,” Ernest concluded.
His fair and slender fingers pinched Florence’s chin, rubbing it slightly. His movements were tender and ambiguous.
The temperature in the compartment increased gradually.
“Florence, you are hitting on me.”
He stressed each syllable affirmatively.
Florence’s whole body was stiffened, her heart hammering. What did she do to hit on him?
She just took a few more glances at him, less than ten times.
Feeling depressed, she wanted to retort. However, as soon as her lips parted, the man’s thin lips pressed on her.
“Hmm!”
Florence gaped.
It seemed that Ernest had been suppressing his desire for a long time. His kiss was so violent, intertwining, and overbearing as if he would swallow her down.
Florence felt so flustered. She wanted to push him away but she found that he had trapped her between his arms. She couldn’t struggle at all.
His kiss became more and more affectionate, and her mind became blank gradually.
However, at the thought that they were still at the roadside and the car window was still opened. They would be seen by the passers-by...
Florence felt ashamed and panicked. So many different emotions gathered together, she felt extremely stimulated.
After a long while, Ernest released her reluctantly.
Ernest looked at her ruby cheeks, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
Florence was in a panic. She turned around and looked away in a hurry, having no guts to look at him anymore.
She wondered if this man was truly nuts. Without any restrain, he could kiss her forcibly on the roadside.
She wanted to scold him but couldn’t find the right words.
She just felt helpless and speechless.
Ernest looked at Florence’s angry and shy face, a trace of amusement flashing through his eyes, full of affection.
Just simply looking at her, he would like her more and more and never get tired.
If it weren’t that they were still at the roadside and in his car, he truly wouldn’t hold on any longer and have sex with her immediately.
Due to the delay o the way, Reynold arrived at the destination and waited for them for a long while.
Then Ernest’s car arrived slowly.
When they arrived, Florence consciously opened the door and got off. She bent over and was about to say farewell to Ernest, but unexpectedly, he also opened the door and got off.
He strode over to Florence and held her in his arms naturally.
He said in a deep voice, “Let’s go.”
Florence gaped at him in confusion.
“Mr. Hawkins, are you going with us?”
It couldn’t be! She came here for work, for business. Besides didn’t he have a lot of work to do as well?
Florence’s heart was full of confusion, waiting for Ernest to say no. However, she saw him nodded casually.
“Yeah.”
The simple word had already declared his attitude.
Florence was in a daze, couldn’t believe what she had heard.
She wondered if Ernest was way too idle today.
Reynold walked to them and heard their conversation. He was also quite surprised.
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