“Mr. Hawkins?” She stared at him and was hit with inexplicable panic. Ernest spoke with a gloomy look, “Now I know you like swimming.” There was sarcasm in his voice. Florence was chagrined. She was now in her swimsuit immersed in the water and she could not say anything to defend for herself. She then quickly said to Cooper, “Hurry up and take me up.”
An unhappy look flashed across Cooper’s face as he disliked the way Ernest looked at Florence. The superiority in his eyes seemed to indicate everything he did with Florence now was to cuckold him. Seeing Cooper not making a move, Florence urged with anxiety, “What’s wrong? Hurry up and take me up.” Being hugged by Cooper and stared by Ernest with threatening eyes, she slightly panicked. Although Cooper felt uncomfortable, he still took her to the shore.
Upon reaching the shore, Florence instantly escaped from Cooper’s arms and climbed upwards by gripping the handle. Water was dripping down from her body when she climbed to the shore, yet she could not care about that and she wanted to walked towards Ernest. She was barefoot and as she stepped on the wet ground, she suddenly slipped. She was startled and unable to control her body, she felt herself falling down.
“Careful!” Cooper immediately jumped out of the water to fetch her. Ernest responded at the same time too. He strode towards her and extended his hands, capturing her on the waist and brought her to his arms. Cooper’s hands froze in the air. The people who were at the scene had been exceptionally quiet since Ernest appeared, after seeing what happened before them, they became quieter. Two incredibly handsome men had actually wanted to compete holding Florence…How nice, even they had wanted to fall too.
Florence’s body was tightly pressed against Ernest’s suit. Although there was fabric between them, her heart still raced at once and her face flushed. She quickly pushed him away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” Seeing the water stain on his suit, she panicked and was even more embarrassed. Yet her reaction had placed a great contrast in Ernest’s eyes. He saw her in Cooper’s arms the moment he arrived, yet when she was now in his arms, she was so eager to escape. The rage inside him burnt even fiercer.
He pulled down his face and gripped Florence’s arm, wanting to leave. He had a great strength and Florence could not resist at all. She was forced to go with him. She asked in confusion, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you taking me?” She was still in her swimsuit. Ernest walked with great strides with his lofty back faced against her without saying a word.
He brought her to the changing room. It was silent inside and no one was there. With a soft banging sound, Florence was pushed against the closet by him. He pressed her shoulders and shrouded her with his lofty, mountain-like figure. His eyes were deep. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. Florence widened her eyes in shock and she looked at the handsome face which was up close in disbelief. What was he doing now?
She struggled in panic yet her resistance provoked him more. She pushed and hit him reluctantly. Her punch which landed on him was too soft and did not hurt him a bit, yet it had made Ernest stopped his movement. He backed up and looked at her with mixed expression. Having regained her freedom, Florence looked at him with alert and an aggrieved look. “Mr. Hawkins, do you know what are you doing now?”
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