My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 953

Ernest stepped forward and placed his broad palm on Florence's head and gently stroked it.

The temperature was normal.

Her face was ruddy.

Her breathing was even.

Everything looked normal.

"Eh? Why are you back?"

Florence's eyes opened a slit as she looked at Ernest in a daze.

Like a kitten, she subconsciously rubbed it against Ernest's palm.

Ernest looked at her worriedly, "Why did you fall asleep again? Are you not feeling well? Get up and let the doctor have a look, okay?"

Florence blinked and pulled Ernest's arm into her arms.

She rolled over comfortably and laughed.

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm in perfect condition. I wasn't awake in the morning, and I'm sleeping well now."

Florence shook the book she was holding on her chest, "This book is too difficult, and more hypnotic than a lullaby. I've only read a few pages and already I couldn't stand it."

Ernest glanced at the book. It was one he had read, and it was all about expertise.

It was gobbledegook to the layman, and the more she read it, the more confused and sleepier she would become.

So she fell back asleep reading it.

That reason made sense, but Ernest was still a little unsettled.

"Are you really fine? It would be good to have a doctor come and check you out."

Florence shook her head firmly, "No, I'm okay. Besides, I don't want to be treated by a doctor I don't know."

Collin followed Stanford and they were on the run. The good doctor they knew was not around now.

Now Ernest was in a tricky situation, and there were uncertain risks of finding a doctor they weren’t familiar with.

She wasn't uncomfortable and didn't want to take the risk even more.

Ernest looked at Florence's assured, lively face and thought she really didn't look sick either.

He hesitated for a moment before saying in a deep voice

"We won't call a doctor for now. If you feel the slightest discomfort, tell me immediately, okay?"

"Yes, I know."

Florence wrapped her arms around Ernest's neck and pouted, "They said you wouldn't be back until this afternoon. How come you're back now?"

What else could it be about? It was because of her. He had left all the pressing matters at hand behind, fearing that she might have the slightest accident.

Ernest smiled, "I'm almost done with my work and can come back to have lunch with you."

"Really? Great!" Florence was instantly overjoyed. She didn't have to eat lunch alone.

She tilted her head happily and kissed Ernest on the cheek.

Ernest gazed at her, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

His voice was husky, "If you're going to kiss me, you'll have to be more sincere."

"Huh?"

What did he mean by that?

Florence wondered, and before she could react, Ernest pressed his thin lips against hers.

A frenzied kiss swept over her at once.

They kissed passionately.

Florence was even more swooned, and her body went limp.

It wasn't until after Ernest had ravished her to his satisfaction that Florence sat down at the table with two swollen lips and lethargy on her face.

She covered her mouth and stared at Ernest sulkily.

He was truly a wolf, and a hungry one that had never had eaten enough in his life.

Ernest looked at Florence and suddenly leaned in close to her and whispered playfully in her ear.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You wanna pay off the debt you owed me last night?"

The debt of last night ...