My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 23

Florence head was about to explode from the extreme tension. Ernest’s existence was more like a divine being and beyond her and everyone else’s reaches. He even rejected Harold’s plea, whom was his mate for many years, so the idea of him helping her to evade this situation was most likely out of the picture...

And out of everything else it had to be a French kiss.

Florence grappled with the difficult situation for a minute, and she finally said with a red face, “This is too extreme for me, can we switch to another punishment?”

“Nope, not any chance considering the fact that I had already risked my reputation and disgraced myself by doing a Kabedon on a guy,” Harold downright vetoed her appeal.

“But...” Florence wanted to say something else to save herself from this situation, instead she noticed Harold whom was looking her up and down suspiciously.

“Florence, don’t tell me you have never kiss Ernest before this? Why do you sound so sheepish?”

Florence gulped nervously, staying silent as she was chastened by her self-conscience after his words had abashed her.

As Ernest’s nominal fiancée, she should play the role well to avoid people’s speculation that they were not on good terms. She dared not answer lightly considering the circumstances that she was in.

Florence felt like she was on the edge as panic had engulfed her. She finally turned to Ernest for help and pleaded softly, “Please help me, Mr. Hawkins.” 

Ernest stared at her redden face with a dimming gaze. He said with a husky tone, “Alright.”

With his huge hand, he grabbed and held the back of her head, then he lowered his head and started kissing her.

“Mm!”

Florence stiffened as she could feel the cooling sensation coupled with delicate softness brushed against her lips. She stared unbelievably at the enlarged breath-taking face right in front of her, her mind could not comprehend what had just happened.

She just wished for him to help her out by changing the punishment, but instead he, he had decided to kiss her? And it was in front of the whole crowd!

With her heart beating crazily and almost leaping out of her chest, Florence freaked out and tried to push him away, but Ernest’s hand on the back of her head was full of strength, locking her in with no way to escape.

His kiss lingered on her lips, alluring her in with his growing intensity and ferventness.

Florence could not hear her surroundings clearly as light-headedness had hit her, her body slowly losing strength while she got weak at her knees.

Ernest finally let her go after what felt like an eternity.

Florence dropped her head as soon as it ended, her face blushing from embarrassment. She was so mortified that she could not lift her head up.

Harold clutched at his heart and started teasing them, “That was so romantic; you’re stirring up the envy in us singles.”

Florence felt even more hard-pressed, and she wished she could dig a hole to hide herself.

Ernest raised his eyes and uttered nonchalantly, “Stop with the bullshit. Do you still want to continue with the game?”

“Of course.” Harold quickly handed the dice over to Florence for fear that Ernest would just seize her and leave. He was still making eyes at her and teasing her further, “Florence, keep up the good work.”

Florence felt like she would be too ashamed to face people if it was going to happen again.

Unable to overcome the psychological trauma that she was still reeling in, she clutched the dice in hesitance as she could not bear to roll it simply anymore.

As if he knew what was going on in her mind, Ernest lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay, I’ve got your back.”

Florence heart skipped a beat upon hearing his seductive voice which was gentle and bewitching. Even though her flushed face was lighting up again, his reassurance had set her mind at rest.

The game continued till 2 a.m., and the crowd was finally getting ready to disperse and called it a day as most of them were either drunk or tired.

Just when Florence had stood up with her bag in her hand, Harold popped up in front of her and said, “Florence, could you send Ernest back home since he has had some drinks and is clearly not in the state to be behind the wheel? All of us had a few drinks too so it would be inappropriate for us to do so.”

“Me?” Florence froze for a while and took a glance at the man whom was still sitting beside her. He did have a lot of booze tonight as he had finished off all the drinks that were supposed to be downed by her as punishment during the game on behalf of her.

He seemed unwell and was resting his eyes in repose, his body leaning on the sofa.

Florence felt apologetic to a certain extent and asked after some pausing moment, “Where is Timothy? I thought he is always driving Ernest around.”

“It’s already deep into the night, so he had gotten off work.” Harold replied readily.

Florence concurred with him after giving it some thought. She turned to Phoebe who was drunk as a skunk, her face glowing with redness. Phoebe beamed brightly at her and upon seeing Florence’s worried gaze on her, she announced, “My dad has already sent a driver to pick me up so don’t you worry about me. You should send Mr. Hawkins back.”

Free from any hindrance that could hold her back, Florence turned to look at the man beside her and said gently, “Mr. Hawkins, we should leave now. I will send you back.”

Ernest’s face silhouette appeared more chiselled and captivating under the blanket of dimmed colourful lights.