My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 748

Ernest felt contented holding Florence and sniffing her unique fragrance.

How he wished that he could hold her this way and kiss her.

But he was very rational.

Ernest's low voice was tinged with a playful laugh. "They'll wake up soon. They might take it the wrong way if they see you in my arms," said Ernest in a low voice with a tinge of joke.

They would take it the wrong way seeing Florence in Ernest's arms?

Florence suddenly froze. Her happiness faded away, leaving only depression and helplessness.

And shame.

They were boyfriend and girlfriend and it was normal that they hugged each other like this.

Florence groaned and released Ernest. She sat back in her seat, far away from him.

Ernest pinched Florence's little face and smiled, "Be good. When we go back, you can hug me as you like and you can do anything to me."

"Who wants to do anything to you?" Florence angrily patted Ernest's hand away.

"I want to do whatever I want to you," laughed Ernest.

His frankness made Florence's cheeks suddenly flushed like a ripe apple.

She was embarrassed and did not know how to face the shameless man.

Ernest was in a happy mood, looking at Florence's angry face with affection.

"Are you hungry? Go to the kitchen and make some porridge, OK?" said Ernest in a low voice.

Unconsciously, Florence asked, "You want some?"

The most important thing to Florence was that Ernest wanted to drink the porridge.

Ernest nodded, feeling warm. "Yes."

"I'll cook it right away."

Florence stood up, but she didn't leave right away. Instead, she looked at Ernest and said earnestly, "You must get some sleep now."

Even if Ernest wanted to finish it as soon as possible, he couldn't work on end without rest.

Ernest thought he could get back to work after coaxing Florence into cooking gruel, but she reminded him to sleep.

He really wanted to refuse, but he loved her, so he would listen to her.

Ernest nodded. "I'll take a nap for a while. Wake me up when you get the porridge ready."

It would take three hours to make porridge.

Ernest might not have a good sleep, but it was better than not sleeping at all.

Florence thought about it for a moment and said, "OK, I'll make porridge and you go to sleep."

With that, she took off her coat and put it on Ernest.

It was easy to catch cold when sleeping.

Ernest felt warmer and happier to see Florence so thoughtful.

It seemed that everything would be fine as long as Florence was with him.

It had been snowing all day, and it seemed not to stop.

They were surrounded by the towering snowy mountains, with no way out.

Stanford and Collin stood in the snow. They were fully armed, covering their faces, mouths and noses, and only exposed a pair of eyes behind safety goggles.