My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 351

She should not drink liquor if she could not hold it well. Ernest wanted to kick her away out of annoyance yet she did not move a leg. He frowned and held her up from his legs. “Florence, wake up.” He held her shoulders and tried to make her look at him, yet her body was weak like noodles and she fell straight into his arms.

The mixture of the pungent smell of alcohol and her bland body fragrance actually formed a smell that made him moved. Ernest froze and he looked at the woman in front of her who was clinging towards him. She unconsciously put her arms around his neck and cuddled towards his chest, closing her eyes wanting to sleep.

Without support, her body slid down. Ernest instantly held her due to reflex and she clung towards him closer. The soft texture that he had longed for days and nights sparked the desire inside him almost immediately and he lost his self-control.

“Send her home!” Ernest ordered with a coarse voice. He carried her up and walked towards the car beside the road. God knows how much effort he had used to forbid himself from doing things to her. Timothy quickly opened the backdoor of the car with deference. He could not help but admire his master’s self control ability. Miss Fraser had become that drunk and she had even clung towards him. Any ordinary man would have lost his control.

With a gloomy look, Ernest wanted to put Florence into the car. Yet as he had just approached the car seat, Florence started to struggle. “That smells awful, I don’t want to get in.” She struggled very hard and wanted to get down. Ernest quickly held her tighter and took a few steps backward. He looked at her who was in his arms and frowned, saying patiently, “Stop it, get into the car and go home.”

“No, I’m feeling unwell. Let go of me.” Florence’s face contorted and she muttered. She struggled and wanted to get down. Yet she could not stand straight and was falling towards the side. Ernest could only pull her back into his arms.

Florence struggled, looking unwell. “Let go of me, let go of me…” Her strength was little yet she still insisted to push him away, contrary to what she looked like just now, when she insisted to cling towards him. Ernest felt his head ached and he rubbed his temples, jerking her back to his arms. “Enough, go home.” As he spoke, he carried her and wanted to bring her to the car forcibly.

If he allowed her to mess like that, they would have to spend the whole night by the street. She had drunken alcohol and she might catch a cold. Florence’s face contorted more as they approached the car and her stomach became upset. She immediately backed up, leant towards Ernest and threw up. The vomits all landed on Ernest’s suit.

Ernest was petrified while Timothy’s face twitched. His face had gone cadaverous due to fright. Miss Fraser had actually thrown up on Mr. Hawkins! Ernest always had an obsession for cleanliness and he could not bear his clothes getting stained at all. He had not touched such filthy things in his life before. Miss Fraser had certainly pushed his buttons and she would not get away with it.

“Sir, let me hold Miss Fraser.” Afraid that Florence would be killed by Ernest at the scene, Timothy quickly came forward and wanted to get her away from him. Yet Ernest shot him a glare coldly. “Go away.” Timothy’s hands froze in the air and he was immobilized amidst the wind.