My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It turned out that she was hungry.

He should have left quietly, but when he saw the noodles cooked by her, he felt a little hungry.

He just asked her to cook one more bowl.

He didn't like eating night snack, but for the first time, he thought it tasted good.

It seemed that time was quiet and wonderful.

He also noticed that she peeked at him from time to time. He felt so disgusted if it was others who peeked at him, but it was her...

He slowed down his pace subconsciously, and ate slowly with her, letting her peep at him slowly.

But after a long time, the noodles were cold and it was harmful to the stomach.

Then he left first to let her eat noodles at ease.

Until now, when he reached the stairway, Stanford felt as if he had gone crazy to do such an unreasonable thing in the middle of the night.

He shook his head, pursed his thin lips and strode upstairs.

In the next few days, Florence and Stanford lived in Phoebe's house. They got along well, at least nothing wrong happened.

Except that Collin was a little nervous every day, everything was fine.

Kieran's attack had never stopped. City N seemed to have changed a lot. The Hawkins Group had been attacked and was in a precarious situation, which made everyone in City N nervous and concerned. Ernest got many calls one after another.

As a result, Ernest began to be busy with controlling its operations behind the scenes. He cleverly controlled the financial situation in a way that looked dangerous, but at the same time, it made the Hawkins Group unable to fall down. It was easy to say, but it was a huge amount of work.

Stanford also arranged a study room for Ernest.

By the way, he also kept Collin in the study all day long and worked together.

As a result, the three men spent most of the day in the study. Florence and Phoebe couldn't help them in business, so they could only do some domestic trivialities.

Florence and Phoebe made three cups of coffee together and put them on two trays, one for a cup and the other for two cups.

Florence picked up the tray with a cup and said to Phoebe, "I'm going to bring coffee to Ernest. Can you bring coffee to my brother and Collin?"

Phoebe hesitated for a while and nodded.

There were only the two of them here. She would definitely not send the coffee from the Ernest study. Either Florence would go there twice, or she would send another study. Thinking of Stanford in the study, Phoebe got nervous subconsciously.

After eating noodles that night, everything was as calm as usual, as if nothing had happened that night. But from time to time, she would think of the scene that night, and her heart was always inadvertently in a mess. And she also avoided Stanford subconsciously.

Phoebe took a deep breath and comforted herself, 'I just bring a cup of coffee to him. I'll come out as soon as I put it in. Nothing serious.'.

She couldn't think too much.

Florence and Phoebe each carried a tray and went to the study on the second floor.

Ernest was in a room and Stanford and Collin in another.

Ernest's study was on the right. Florence gently knocked on the door and went in.

As soon as she entered the room, the sound of typing stopped.

Ernest looked at Florence with a doting smile and waved at her. "Come here."

The intimate gesture made Florence's heart soften.

She walked over with a tray and put the coffee beside his computer. His big hand pulled her down and sat on his laps.

The pleasant smell of the man immediately came to her nose.

Florence blushed and pouted, "what are you doing?"

She just came here to bring him a cup of coffee, why he hugged her suddenly?

Ernest put his arms around Florence's waist, his cheek against her neck, and whispered.

"I'm tired. I want to have a rest."

The tired voice made Florence's heart soften.

To deal with Kieran as soon as possible and make him not suspicious, it was really a headache. Florence raised her hand and gently pressed his temple.

"Have some coffee."

"No."

Ernest didn't even raise his head. When he spoke, the hot air was sprayed on Florence's neck.

Florence suddenly felt a burning heat, which made her skin hot and her cheeks red.

She straightened her back uneasily and said in a low voice, "You need to have a good rest." "Okay."

Ernest replied in a low voice and continued, "sleep with me."

Florence couldn't help laughing. Was Ernest still a child? Why was he so clingy to her that he even wanted her to accompany him for a nap? But she was not willing to refuse him at all, so Florence nodded.

"Okay, I'll stay here with you. Have a good sleep..."

Florence stopped before she could finish her words.

She widened her eyes in surprise and grabbed the big hand on her waist in a hurry.

"What are you doing?"

"Go to sleep."

Ernest said seriously. Without hesitation, he unbuttoned the buttons of Florence's clothes. Florence's temples throbbed. It was not until then that she realized what Ernest was thinking.

He didn't mean to take a nap.

He wanted to do it with her.

Florence was embarrassed and annoyed. She hurriedly pressed his restless hand again. "No, this is the study."

What's more, it was really humiliating to have sex in the daytime.

Ernest raised his head and looked at Florence with deep eyes. His voice was low and hoarse.

"Then where we can do it? Go back to your room?"

As he spoke, he was about to pick up Florence.

Florence's scalp tingled. Did she mean that? When the man had sexual desire, he became unreasonable.

She shook her head in a hurry and was about to reason with him. It was not the right time, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her lips were bitten. The man said vaguely.

"You just promised to sleep with me. You can't go back on your words."

"Hmm..."

She really didn't mean that.

Florence wanted to struggle, but her strength was no match for Ernest's. She kissed her strongly and completely swallowed up her voice.

Her body seemed to be embedded in his arms.

At the same time, in another room.

After Florence entered the room, there was only Phoebe with a tray in the corridor.

She stood at the door of Stanford's study, looking nervous. She didn't knock at the door for a long time.

Somehow, she felt strange to bring him coffee.

She felt a little embarrassed.

However, if she continued to delay, Florence would come out of Ernest's room later. Seeing that she was still dawdling at the door, she had to ask the reason. Then she didn't know how to explain it at all.

She couldn't delay any longer. She should send him in as soon as possible. Phoebe took a deep breath, gathered her courage and knocked on the door."