My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 120: Tough Problem

Florence’s heart hammered as if it would jump out from her chest.

If she continued staying on his lap, she would be on fire.

She tried her best to tilt her head. “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It’s quite late now. If you are not in a hurry, you can deal with those documents tomorrow.”

Then tomorrow it would be Timothy who helped him turn the pages.

Seeing through Florence’s mind, Ernest answered calmly, “They are all urgent.”

Florence was rendered speechless.

If he had so many urgent documents to deal with, why did he go to have the crayfish with her in the evening? They didn’t get full while it was a waste of time.

Florence felt angry but she dared not speak it out. She could only sit on Ernest’s lap and turn the pages for him after a certain estimated period.

However, she didn’t know that Ernest didn’t take a look at the document at all. His gaze was glued on her face, deep and affectionate.

Florence kept turning the pages for Ernest. Since the content was way too boring, shortly, she started dozing off, her head nodding.

“Bang.”

Her head suddenly fell toward the desk.

Ernest acted pretty quickly. He placed his thick palm on the desk and held her forehead.

Then, he held her waist and let her nestle in his arms.

Pressing her head on Ernest’s shoulder, Florence rubbed like a kitten. After finding a comfortable position, she continued to sleep.

Ernest stared at the woman in his arms, his eyes darkened.

How he wished that she could always stay in his arms so obediently...

He lowered his head, his thin lips pecked on her forehead. Then he carried her in his arms softly, walking to the big bed.

...

When Florence opened her eyes, she found a tough problem -- she was sleeping on Ernest’s bed again.

Her heart was tightened. Subconsciously, she looked aside.

It was empty beside her except for a pillow. She heaved a breath of relief. When she was about to get up, she touched the temperature left on the bed sheet beside her.

had just got up not

they were sleeping on the same bed

to rub her

thinking about

Ernest was in a suit without a tie, emanating

tone, “How about

necessarily!”

course, she was not thinking about

to look at Ernest. Lifting the quilt, she got

Ernest was standing in the room with a

the tie

confused. “What are

for me,” Ernest uttered a

at Ernest up

“Well... since you could dress up in a suit, you

one hand. Have you seen anyone tie the

a necktie

answer pleased Ernest for

took her head and put it on his

deep and

burning through her hand to

in a panic, avoiding eye

please don’t move. I’ll tie it for

After a long while, she finally helped Ernest tie it, although it

check his tie, a complicated

while stressing each syllable, “You need to practice more in the

practice. Did he mean that

as if there was an explosion in her

dared not to overthink,

to stay with

his lips curled up into a

strode after

the dining room not far away and there

injured? How

Timothy,” Ernest explained naturally as if he had realized

walked to Florence and reached out to pull her small hand.

“... Okay.”

pulled her hand

gone far recently -- he always touched

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