My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 460

Ernest held Florence’s hand tighter.

He lowered his head and whispered into her ear in a deep voice, “Why? Can’t bear to have someone else in your brother’s heart?”

There was a slight tinge of jealousy in his voice.

Florence froze, thinking that there were indeed no women around Stanford. To him, the only two women in his heart were Florence and his mother.

But this was her brother. Why would Ernest be jealous too?

Florence looked at Ernest suspiciously and smiled pleasantly, “Mr. Hawkins, how come I didn’t know before that you get jealous so easily.”

She hadn’t called him by Mr. Hawkins since this visit when he took on Clarence’s identity.

Ernest was touched instantly hearing this familiar name.

He pulled Florence a little closer to himself, and the two youngsters were almost pressed together.

His voice was low and charming, “There’s still a lot that you don’t know about me. I’ll give you the chance to discover it slowly.”

Florence was moved by his tantalizing and ambiguous words.

Her heart was beating with joy, feeling his breath and temperature.

She had no other wish but to be with Ernest for the rest of her life, never to be separated again.

After getting back to the Fraser family, the family sat down to have dinner together.

Victoria and Alexander casually asked how they spent their afternoon time. And the meal was very harmonious.

After dinner, Ernest wanted to go to Victoria’s study to talk to her alone about the local customs of City N, which he had promised her this morning.

Florence had a guilty conscience, and she secretly pulled Ernest, worried about him going alone.

Ernest patted Florence’s hand and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be back very soon. Just go back and wash your hands properly.”

Florence was dumbfounded. What was the point of asking her to clean her hands?

She looked down at her hands in confusion. They were clean and not dirty.

Ernest sneered as he let go of Florence’s hand.

“Get ready and wait for me.”

After saying that, he dashingly walked in the direction of the study.

Florence stood still, linking everything that he had said, then she understood precisely what he meant.

In the morning, she had been forced to promise him to use her hand for him!

It had been a long day, and he was still thinking about this. He even wanted her to wash her hands and get ready for him.

This was simply…

So humiliating!

Florence glared at Ernest’s back with shame and vexation. Since he was still in the mood of thinking about such filthy things, surely he could efficiently deal with her mother.

She was not going to worry about him again for nothing.

Florence turned around and walked back to her room, gritting her teeth in exasperation, with her face blushing.

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Victoria’s exclusive study was tastefully furnished. She looked elegant sitting in a noble position. She vaguely seemed powerful even if she was getting on in years.

She elegantly reached out her hand, “Please sit down.”

Ernest nodded and took a seat on the sofa opposite Victoria.

Victoria asked, “Would you like to have a drink? Coffee or wine?”

“Coffee would be fine. Thanks.”