My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 494

Not too hard, not too soft either, it was quite comfortable.

Florence’s lips lifted. Ernest was quite good at choosing a sofa, this would be comfortable enough for him to sleep on.

It was good. Florence then ready to sit up but felt a small pushed at her back.

This sofa had a massage function?

Florence was amazed, she laid down again.

And she felt several small punches on her waist again.

Her waist.

She felt nice.

After a few punches, it turned into the shape of a palm and it fell right on Florence’s waist.

And the sofa massaged her waist softly but it felt more like touches from a lover than massage.

The touches were not fixed in one location, it then moved down to her bottom and squeezed.

Florence felt provoked and embarrassed out of a sudden.

This was not massaged this was…

She looked up and saw Ernest looking at her with a half smiley face.

It was obvious that he knew about this sofa and was watching her reactions.

Florence was embarrassed to death now.

She jumped out of the sofa immediately and shouted angrily, “You…Why did you buy such a sofa?”

She didn’t even know that such a sofa existed, this wasn’t for people to sit, it was an adult tool.

Florence had finally realized why did Stanford looking at her so strangely knowing that she liked this sofa and the reaction from Tammy too.

So everyone thought she liked this kind of sofa.

Her name, her reputation was all damaged by Ernest.

Ernest smiled and walked towards her.

He put his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the eyes and said, “This looks natural, shall we try it tonight?”

Florence’s body froze.

Florence lowered her head and looking at the on-off button on the sofa, the movements now turned wavy, it looked like sea waves.

It was not hard to visualize the adventure a couple could have if they were on it…

“I’ll go to bed now, good night!”

Florence freed herself from Ernest’s arms and ran back to her room.

It was too embarrassing.

Ernest was too naughty, he bought such a sofa and claimed it as her preference just to avoid suspicion from her brother, no one would have thought that he wanted only to use it as a bed.

But her reputation…

Florence buried her face in her palms and closed the door behind her.

It was too embarrassing.

…

Stanford came out from Florence’s yard. He stood at the entrance and sighed worriedly.

He never thought that the gentle and obedient Florence would have such a hobby.

Or she bought the sofa for Clarence just to seduce him?