My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 352

Florence did not sit on the couch for long. She scrambled to her feet and stood up with effort. She glanced around the room with confused eyes and her face contorted. What is this place? Where is she? Her head was full of questions but the most important one was - where is the toilet? She felt like throwing up.

Florence covered her upset stomach and managed to make out the direction of the bathroom. She hurriedly staggered there and opened the door. Without even thinking, she rushed in and started to search for the toilet bowl. Yet, the first thing she saw was not the toilet, but a man’s pale skin, strong muscles and perfect lean body. She was immediately startled.

What a handsome man. And he had great body! Florence blinked and looked at him in a daze. She even nodded. “How big.” Ernest did not look good at all in the middle of shower. He was taking a shower and he could not possibly imagine Florence would suddenly invade in. Invading aside, she even stared at him like a pervert. And staring aside, she even made a comment! Didn’t she know what her words mean towards a man?

“Get out!” Ernest criticized with a coarse voice and instantly took a towel from the side to cover his body. Florence became a little unhappy at once. “Take it off, I can’t see it.” As she said, she even came forward and snatched the towel away.

Ernest’s body went so stiff that he looked like a giant iceberg. And something hot was going to burst out of that iceberg. His handsome face went gloomy. He seized the towel back and took two steps backward, warning with a low voice, “Florence, don’t mess with me even if you’re drunk! You can’t handle the consequence.”

How would Florence who was drunk and befuddled understand his meaning? There was only one thought in her jumbled up mind. She snatched the towel away and continued looking at it with enjoyment. She was not yet satisfied looking.

She took another two steps forward while staggering and once again stood before Ernest up close. She lowered her head and looked at the towel with excitement in her eyes. She extended her hand, wanting to pull it away once again. “Take it off, hurry.”

Ernest’s temples were throbbing. Her eyes were like fire that lit his heart. As she touched his skin over and over again, the fire of lust was burning stronger and stronger inside him that almost went out of control. He could not guarantee what would happen next if that went on.

Ernest grabbed the towel while seizing Florence’s hand with his other hand. He lifted her head with force to force her looking at him. With a brooding look, he said slowly and steadily with an attractive low voice, “Do you know who I am?” How could she be bold enough to snatch his towel?

Florence’s eyes were out of focus, but she was still determined. “Ernest Hawkins of course.” She said his name out clearly and seemed to like him very much. She even wore a delightful smile. Ernest was dazzled by her smile and a corner of his heart collapsed. She knew it was him, yet she still…