My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 67

Seeing that Florence felt embarrassed, Georgia gave a benevolent smile and continued, “Ernest, please take Flory into your room to have some rest.”

Sleeping in Ernest’s room?

Sharing a room? Sleeping in the same bed?

Florence had slept with Ernest for some reason before. But she was still stunned for being arranged by the elders to sleep with Ernest at his home.

She was torn and wanted to say something. As she was just about to speak out, Ernest voiced, “Alright. Get some rest too, grandma.”

Florence was lost for words.

Ernest looked at Florence sideways and suddenly came close to her near and spoke in a flirty tone, “Anyway, it’s not the first time. Get used to it.”

Florence was speechless.

How could she get used to this kind of thing?

Her face was blushing red.

The interior designs of Ernest’s bedroom and his villa at Senna were basically the same. They were like two similar rooms with his styles but just in different places.

Florence felt familiar with it inexplicably. Thinking of this, she felt embarrassed, standing in the middle of the room and tangled up in not knowing what to do.

Ernest glanced at Florence, who was looking sheepish and smirked. She was seemed to belong to here, in his room.

Ernest beckoned to Florence, “Come here.”

What was the point of going over?

Florence was mystified, but she still walked over.

“Mr. Hawkins…” As she just opened her mouth, she was dismayed for being pulled into Ernest’s arm. She could smell his strong hormonal scent.

Florence had tensed up abruptly, “What are you doing?”

“Just the two of us in the room. What do you think I would do?” Ernest’s voice was hoarse, and his eyes were deep. His elegant face was heading closer to Florence.

Florence was panicked, and her face was flushing red. She didn’t think Ernest, who was always being a gentleman, would do such a thing to her.

She struggled and pushed him away.

“Don’t you do this…”

Although Florence was struggling, Ernest shoved her, and they fall into the bed.

Florence was enfolded into the big soft bed with Ernest’s sturdy and muscular body on top of her.

She was taking rapid and deep breaths, “Mr. Hawkins...”

“Call my name.” Ernest interrupted her, and the hoarse voice of him was so enchanting.

Florence was still tense even though Ernest had no further action yet, being afraid of him violating her again.

“Ernest Hawkins?” She said, with a hint of panic in her voice.

There was something different about her saying out his name this time.

Ernest’s gaze darkened, and he kissed her out of the blue.

“Um!”

Wasn’t he said to call him by the name? Why did he kiss on her suddenly?

Florence nearly jumped out of her skin as she struggled to push him away. But she was no match for him with such strength.

Ernest’s kisses were getting more aggressive, and his body was pressing on Florence gradually. Their bodies were very close together.

Florence’s body went limp uncontrollably, and her mind had gone blank. She was losing her reason and feeling weak.