My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 87

Ernest curved his lips secretly when looking at her dumbfounded look, a touch of gloominess flashing across his eyes.

He said with a hoarse voice, “Still want?”

‘What does he mean?’

Florence was flushed and moved her head away hurriedly.

She felt uneasy, “Yesterday was a mistake, you don’t have to mind so much.”

She did not know what happened to her last night; she rushed towards Ernest madly and was eager to have sex with him.

Ernest showed a dull sight, his tone was unpleasant.

“Mistake? You don’t want to take responsibility?”

He straightened his body while talking; he moved his tall silhouette towards Florence.

He looked like a burning mountain.

She could observe his body clearly; there were purple marks everywhere on his strong muscle. It showed how intense the situation last night, she was so crazy.

Florence did not dare to see, she felt so embarrassed.

Ernest approached Florence gradually; she could feel the sense of danger in his deep eyes.

“I’m not used to suffer losses; I will take revenge on what people have done to me.”

‘Take revenge?’

‘How is he going to take revenge in this kind of matter?’

She could feel a strong sense of hormone; it raised the hotness that left in her body.

Her body felt abnormally uneasy.

She was panicked, she knew what he implied.

But…

“Mr Hawkins, I’m wrong, don’t scare me.”

Florence looked at Ernest pitifully, her face showed a nervous expression but not pertaining to sex.

Although she could not control herself last night, she remembered everything clearly. Although she behaved like that, Ernest let her soak in cold water all night and did not touch her at all which meant that he did not have an interest in her to have sex.

He had his own principal in this matter at least.

‘Or probably she…is not charming enough; he does not have an interest in her.’

No matter how, she believed that he would not touch her. Florence was so bold.

She pulled the blanket and covered Ernest’s shoulder. She covered his terrible marks and said sincerely, “Mr Hawkins, I will make up for you. I will try my best to do anything for you if it does not harm others.”

Ernest did not bother her words; he looked at Florence with deeper sights. The lust that was controlled by himself for a whole night came into life again.

He bit his lips, approached her slightly.

Florence was nervous when he kept looking at her, she looked in the direction he focused instinctively on her chest. She was stagnated instantly.

“Ah!”

A sharp scream was heard.

She did not wear clothes! She wore nothing yet passed him the blanket.

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Florence felt embarrassed and annoyed early in the morning.