My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 247

Hence, from then on, Florence took the initiative and started to explain the key points to Ernest seriously and sincerely.

After that, she also read a few more books.

Although Florence was so attracted to getting to know more new things, she still couldn’t help dozing off gradually while reading as she hadn’t slept at all last night.

Looking at the book in her hands, she felt the words were going blurred, and she found it more and more difficult for her to concentrate.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, her head falling onto the desk.

“Pak.”

With a sickening thud, Florence’s head bumped into the man’s thick and warm hand.

Since she didn’t feel any pain, she didn’t wake up. Instead, after rubbing the warm thing in front of her with her forehead, she slept more soundly.

Looking at the little woman sitting next to him, Ernest pressed his lips into a nice curl with a trace of affection.

Then, he picked up his suit jacket that was put aside with the other hand and put it on her shoulders gently.

He started at her deeply, while his palm was still under her face, letting her lean against it.

He couldn’t help but wonder how long hadn’t she stood by him so obediently like this.

In the past few days, Florence hid and distanced herself from Ernest, which was indeed a torment to Ernest.

He would never let such a thing happened again.

“Sweet dreams.”

Ernest looked straight at Florence, his eyes as tender as the calm water with the determination to win.

After staring at her for a long while, he finally slowly switched his gaze to his book. With the other hand turning the pages, he read it slowly.

He only needed three seconds to finish reading one page, and he could fully understand the points on it. It was an efficient but boring thing.

However, since Florence was next to him now, it was the first time that Ernest enjoyed reading.

Florence was lying prone on the desk, which wasn’t supposed to make her nap too long or too comfortably.

But she felt quite cozy when napping this time. Moreover, she even had a silly and meandering dream.

In the dream, she went back to Ernest’s villa in City N.

She just knocked off from work. With the fresh vegetables that she just bought, she opened the door and walked in.

As soon as she entered the villa, she saw Ernest, in a set of loungewear, walking out of the kitchen. A tender and warm smile was on his ever-expressionless face.

He walked to her and took over the vegetables from her hands, wrapping her waist with the other hand.

“Thank you, Florence. Sit down and have a rest. Let me cook today.”

As he spoke, he kissed her on her forehead. Then he let her go and walked to the kitchen.

Feeling the warm touch on her forehead, Florence felt that her heart was soaking in the warm water. She just watched him walk towards the kitchen in a daze.

The sunshine from the French window fell on his back, making him so handsome even she was looking at him from behind.

As if he had noticed her obsessive gaze, Ernest suddenly turned around.

With a mocking smile on his face, he said, “You are drooling.”

What?

Florence suddenly blushed. In a hurry, she raised her hand and was about to wipe her mouth corner. However, the man who was already several meters away appeared in front of her all of a sudden, grabbing her hand.

His tall and strong body was standing in front of her, and his breath-taking handsome face was approaching her bit by bit.

Gazing at her, when he spoke, the hot breathe from his mouth overwhelmed her face, making her cheeks more heated.

“It needs some time to cook. I’m already starved. Let’s eat something else first.”

As he spoke, his scent was getting much closer to her, and she could clearly sense his obvious aggressiveness.

Florence immediately understood what he was going to do.

Her body was tightened in nervousness. By instinct, she stopped him and said in a panic, “No! We can’t!”

“Why not? Don’t we do it every day?”

His breath was closer to her again.

Florence was so flustered and panicked. “Every day? How could we...”

“We’re married for a month already, my honey.”