My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 51

What was he doing?

Florence’s body suddenly became rigid. Her face blushed like it was a cooked prawn.

“Don’t…”

She reached out her hands to push him but her palm coincidentally touched his chest.

Vigorous heartbeats could be felt through her palm.

Both of them were stunned.

The suppressed flare in Ernest Hawkins’s eyes seemed to have exploded at the moment.

Florence was extremely shy and she hurriedly moved her hand back. Yet, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hot hand and she was confined.

In front of her face, Ernest’s handsome face looked extremely dangerous and it slowly moved closer to her.

His breath seemed to be hot.

Florence panicked, “Mr. Hawkins… Er…”

Her speech was cut short by his thin lips.

The domineering and moving kiss came without warning.

Florence’s mind suddenly went blank. She was stunned as she looked at the enlarged handsome face while feeling the hot contact between their lips…

Ernest’s body pressed down on her.

Both of them were only separated by a thin blanket. The heat from his young body almost penetrated the thin blanket and burned her skin. Every body cell of hers seemed trembling.

Ernest’s breath was getting heavier and his suppressed emotion seemed like it couldn’t be controlled anymore.

He had been thinking about her sweet look since that night.

He hugged her waist and his palm went through the thin blanket and found its way deeper.

The hot feeling on her skin by his palm made her rigid body couldn’t help to tremble. She had suddenly come back to her senses.

“Mr., Mr. Hawkins…”

She hurriedly pushed him away with her hands. Her face looked pale and red as she was in a full-blown panic.

Ernest stopped moving and saw her tense little face, he realized she had a frightened and resisting look in her eyes.

Ernest immediately came back to his senses as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.

In the next second, he released Florence and rolled his body away from her.

Florence hurriedly got up from the ground after getting free. She covered herself tightly in blankets with her hands, moved away, and curled up at the corner of the tent.

She had lost her presence of mind and she looked at Ernest with anxiety. Her face was hot as if it was burning.

Ernest’s tall and big body looked a little stiff. He pressed his lips, got up, and walked out of the tent.

The tense ambiance in the little tent seemed to have relieved after Ernest left. Florence’s rigid body suddenly lost its strength and she leaned softly on the pillow.

Her face was still hot. Her mind kept recalling the scene that had happened just now.

Ernest’s kiss, Ernest’s breath…

She and Ernest actually almost had sex!

The night had fallen and the temperature had dropped.

There was a big temperature difference between day and night on a small island. The coldness could be felt clearly at night.

Florence stayed in the tent and covered herself tightly with the thin blankets. Yet, she could still feel the unavoidable coldness.

She should have covered herself with a cotton quilt to stay on the beach under this temperature.

Florence trembled as she felt cold and she could not help to think if Ernest was feeling colder outside.

Since he went out just now, he had never entered the tent again. Where was he staying outside? Or was he still outside?

Thinking about those possibilities, although Florence was a little embarrassed and angry, she still slightly opened the curtain of the tent quietly.

She carefully looked outside. The campfire had been extinguished a long time ago. Things that were placed outside were not moved at all.

However, she did not see Ernest.

Where did he go?

Florence suddenly felt anxious. Could it be that he just left her alone as he did not get what he wanted just now?

Florence immediately got out of the tent with the thin blanket and shouted loudly, “Mr. Hawkins…”

“Mr. Hawkins, where are you?”

She looked around with anxiety. Yet, she did not see anyone on this empty beach.

The surroundings looked quiet and dark.

Florence was a little afraid, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you? Mr. Hawkins…”

“Are you looking for me?”

Ernest’s deep and hoarse voice was heard somewhere near.

He walked out from the forest that was not far away while holding some dry branches in his hands.

Florence felt relieved after seeing him as if she was like a lost person who had finally found her way out.

She said with a low voice, “I shouted because I did not see you.”