My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 420: How Will You Make It up to Me?

She gripped his hand happily and asked, “Since you came here now, has anyone found you?”

Although it was raining, it was still the daytime outside.

Ernest shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you very busy? Am I holding up you too long because you came over to see me?”

Florence felt a bit guilty. She knew how busy Ernest had been in the past few days. He even didn’t have time to sleep.

“Yep. You’ve been holding me up too long.” Ernest looked at Florence deeply.

Florence was taken aback. She was quite agape as well. Although she said those words, she had expected that Ernest could probably comfort her and tell her it didn’t matter.

But, much to her surprise, he said yes. Florence felt quite embarrassed.

With a blushed face, she heard Ernest add, “I’ll go back and work overtime for several more hours again. If you feel sorry for me, you can’t do such stupid things next time.”

His disdain was so direct that Florence felt so embarrassed. However, a trace of sweetness surged in her heart no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

She knew that what Ernest was concerned about the most was that she couldn’t get injured.

Florence took his hand and raised it next to her lips. Then she kissed it.

She said seriously, “I’ll make it up to you in the future. This is the seal and my signature.”

Ernest’s eyes suddenly became deepened, looking at the back of his hand as if his eyes were full of flames.

He leaned forward, approaching her closer.

He whispered, “How will you make it up to me?”

His hoarse voice had an obvious implication.

Florence blushed instantly, feeling shy and annoyed. How could the man mention that kind of stuff all of a sudden?

She was still injured, but all he wanted was to have sex.

“I have the final say about how to make it up to you. Don’t make any wild guess.”

Florence looked away shyly. She dared not to look into his eyes at all.

his lips

I’ll be looking forward to

quite playful, full of

blushed more deeply. She wondered why Ernest could talk about

She felt quite ashamed.

“Beep. Beep. Beep.”

room was fulfilled with ambiguous romance, Ernest’s phone vibrated

tender eyes became darkened. He pulled out his phone and checked

the text message, his face went


his thin lips without answering

Although they had only got along for a little while, and she wasn’t willing to let him go, Florence had to do so. She couldn’t delay Ernest’s

Ernest shook his head.

“I don’t think I

in confusion, wondering what on earth he meant by

was about to ask, she

now. If you go in,


the door was pulled open

stiffed immediately. She looked at Ernest who was next to her bed in a panic. She wanted to ask

door, Stanford stood upright, emanating

Hawkins, how dare

calm and sat gracefully

Stanford, pressing his lips, not showing any


never expected

two men, Florence hurriedly sat up and moved

injured. He came here for

weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be injured!”

Ernest, emanating

in my house. If it weren’t that you’ve left in

pressed his thin lips, looking at

be more

calm face, Stanford

and grabbed

look, “Ernest Hawkins, you

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