My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 492

“No, there’s no need!”

Florence stopped him immediately, it would be an adult-only image if he came out.

She then put the clothes in one hand and handed them over to him.

Ernest took the door and soon as he did, Florence closed the door immediately.

Her heartbeat resumed back to normal once his seductive face disappeared in front of her.

But the heart started racing again thinking that she would be sharing a bed with Ernest tonight.

It was good to have him back, she was happy but somehow a little too adventurous.

Florence sat on the sofa listening to him showering in the washroom.

It had stopped.

Finally, the shower had stopped.

Florence’s body stiffened and she sat there uncomfortably.

After some time, Ernest walked out of the washroom wearing his pyjamas.

His hair was still wet with water dripping down the edges, he looked seductive.

Florence’s eyes were locked onto him.

Ernest stared at her dazing at him, his desire that was washed away by the cold water was ignited again.

His sights turned darker, “Not going to take shower?”

Shower…

He had just showered.

Florence blushed again.

Ernest’s lips lifted and said seductively, “I’ll be waiting on the bed.”

It was like an explosion in Florence’s mind, her entire face reddened.

He was indeed the god of flirting.

“I’ll be long, don’t wait for me.”

Florence bit her tongue soon after, what did she say?

Florence dare not look at him, she went to the fitting room, grabbed her pyjamas and went into the washroom.

“Slam” She slammed the door and finally felt relax not being stared at.

But her heart was still racing.

What did he mean?

Did he mean, tonight…

To get intimate?

Thinking of it made Florence nervous and indecisive.

She took a deep breath, walked under the showerhead and started her shower.

Cool down, she had to cool down.

She stayed under the shower for quite a long before turning it off and walked out of the washroom.

Her sight fell onto the bed the moment she walked out but it was empty, Ernest was not there.

The bedsheet was exactly how it looked like, it seemed no one had touched the bed.

Didn’t he say he would be waiting in the bed? Where was he?

Florence then went into the room and shocked to find that he was nowhere to be seen.

She walked out of the room anxiously, “Clarence?”

Her steps were rapid and accidentally knocked onto someone.

She was embraced in a long pair of arms, warm and smelled familiar.

Florence wrapped her arms around his waist immediately, “Where have you been?”

“Why? You missed me already?” Ernest teased.

His smile was as bright as sunshine.