My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 420

She gripped his hand happily and asked, “Since you came here now, has anyone found you?”

Although it was raining, it was still the daytime outside.

Ernest shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you very busy? Am I holding up you too long because you came over to see me?”

Florence felt a bit guilty. She knew how busy Ernest had been in the past few days. He even didn’t have time to sleep.

“Yep. You’ve been holding me up too long.” Ernest looked at Florence deeply.

Florence was taken aback. She was quite agape as well. Although she said those words, she had expected that Ernest could probably comfort her and tell her it didn’t matter.

But, much to her surprise, he said yes. Florence felt quite embarrassed.

With a blushed face, she heard Ernest add, “I’ll go back and work overtime for several more hours again. If you feel sorry for me, you can’t do such stupid things next time.”

His disdain was so direct that Florence felt so embarrassed. However, a trace of sweetness surged in her heart no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

She knew that what Ernest was concerned about the most was that she couldn’t get injured.

Florence took his hand and raised it next to her lips. Then she kissed it.

She said seriously, “I’ll make it up to you in the future. This is the seal and my signature.”

Ernest’s eyes suddenly became deepened, looking at the back of his hand as if his eyes were full of flames.

He leaned forward, approaching her closer.

He whispered, “How will you make it up to me?”

His hoarse voice had an obvious implication.

Florence blushed instantly, feeling shy and annoyed. How could the man mention that kind of stuff all of a sudden?

She was still injured, but all he wanted was to have sex.

“I have the final say about how to make it up to you. Don’t make any wild guess.”

Florence looked away shyly. She dared not to look into his eyes at all.

Ernest chuckled, curling up his lips into a doting smile.

“Okay. I’ll be looking forward to it then.”

He sounded quite playful, full of a different implication.

Florence blushed more deeply. She wondered why Ernest could talk about such things so naturally.

She felt quite ashamed.

“Beep. Beep. Beep.”

When the room was fulfilled with ambiguous romance, Ernest’s phone vibrated three times - he received a text message.

Ernest’s tender eyes became darkened. He pulled out his phone and checked on it.

As soon as he read the text message, his face went gloomier and more darkened.

Florence was nervous and uneasy. “What happened?” she asked.

Ernest pressed his thin lips without answering her.

Florence said worriedly, “If you have something urgent to deal with, you can leave now. I’ll be OK here.” Although they had only got along for a little while, and she wasn’t willing to let him go, Florence had to do so. She couldn’t delay Ernest’s business because of her.

Ernest shook his head.

He answered meaningfully, “I don’t think I need to leave now.”

Why not? Florence looked at him in confusion, wondering what on earth he meant by that.

When she was about to ask, she heard Tammy’s anxious yell outside her door.

“Young Master, Little Miss is napping now. If you go in, you’ll disturb her.”

“Move!” Stanford snapped in a cold tone.

Next second, with a click, the door was pulled open from the outside.