My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 411

“You must be responsible to me,” Florence added, glaring at him.

Ernest gaped. He looked at the reddish-eyed Florence in disbelief. For the first time, he wondered if he had misheard anything.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “What did you say, Florence? Come again?”

Florence approached him closer, grabbed his collar, and said fiercely, “Why? Do you want to deny it? After raping me, you just ran away. You’ve been hiding the truth from and you lied to me. Now you don’t want to take the responsibility, do you...”

“I’ll marry you,” his words interrupted Florence’s words.

He stared at her, stressing each syllable as if he was swearing. His deep eyes were full of sweetest and deepest affection.

Florence grabbed Ernest’s collar stiffly, still looking quite fierce. However, all her temperament was broken down by his words. She couldn’t continue yelling at him.

He said he would marry her.

Ernest reached out and held Florence in his arms.

His chin rubbing her head, he said in a tender and deep voice, “When I knew you were the girl that night, I wanted to tell you it was me. However, you hate that night so much, so I couldn’t tell you.”

Upon hearing his explanation, Florence finally got the explanation of the questions that had bothered her.

When they met for the first time, Ernest was so aloof as a god, arrogant and proud. He even asked her to sign the agreement of a fake engagement.

At that time, he didn’t care about her, his fiancée, at all.

Florence asked again, “When did you get to know it was me that night?”

“On the night of our engagement.”

Before that night, Ernest ignored her completely. However, after that night, he kept pestering her as if he wanted to prove something...

At that time, she thought that he wanted to have sex with her, so she thought he was a shameless rascal. It wasn’t until now did she realized that he had done so because he wanted to prove if she was the woman that night.

It turned out that he had recognized her such a long time ago.

That was why he changed his attitude to her - he started treating her so well and ambiguously.

“Mr. Hawkins, ever since that night, have you done all those things to chase after me?”

Florence glinted at Ernest with unconcealed amusement.

She was way too slow, and she didn’t realize it until now.

A trace of embarrassment flashed through Ernest’s handsome face. He had only chased Florence all his life, and he did it in secret after knowing that she was his first woman. It was not so frank as a man should be.

He pressed his thin lips. Raising his hand, he pinched Florence’s chin.

His handsome face approached her suddenly. He asked in a seductive tone, “Have I succeeded?”

Of course. He had succeeded long ago. How could she resist him?

Florence blushed. In shyness and embarrassment, she pushed away his hand.

“Humph! Do you think you could fool me with just a few words? I’m not that easy-going!”

Awkwardly, she looked away. Rolling her eyes, she said deliberately, “Unless you can prepare a magnificent gift to me that I can’t resist.”

Ernest curled up his lips into a smile. “Florence, since when you got the bad habit of receiving the bribe?”

“Just now.” Florence looked arrogant.

Ernest smiled at her dotingly, reaching out to rub her hair.

“Okay. I’ll bring it to you next time.”

The man’s palm was big and warm, flustering Florence’s heart. She could hardly keep her unhappy and arrogant look any longer.

Whenever facing Ernest, she couldn’t win against him at all.

After talking intimately for a while, Ernest had to leave before the dawn broke.

Florence lay down again. Holding Ernest’s pillow, she was so delighted that she couldn’t get back to sleep at all.

It turned out that Ernest was the man that night.

The biggest worry and nightmare had suddenly become the fantasy that started the relationship between Ernest and her. Everything enveloped by her nightmare before had gradually become brighter and clear in the dark.

She no longer resisted or hated it.

Florence looked out of the window. She curled up her lips and muttered, “Fortunately, it was you.”

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