My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 656: Are You Luring Me?

Florence was shocked, immediately stiffing.

Her eyes twinkled. In a panic, she looked back at Ernest. “What are you doing?”

The bathtub was quite big. They could occupy part of it, couldn’t they?

Embracing her, Ernest whispered in her ear with his thin lips clinging to it in a hoarse tone, stressing each syllable.

“Let me bathe you.”

Florence’s brain almost went exploded.

Immediately, she rejected, “No, thanks. I can do it myself. Please let me do it on my own.”

As she spoke, she wanted to break free from Ernest’s arms. If she let him bathe her, she wondered if she would walk out of the bathtub.

She was afraid that he would swallow her completely.

For the monster-like behaviors of Ernest last night, Florence had almost had a shadow in her mind.

However, she was in Ernest’s arms. How could he give her a chance to escape?

Ernest wrapped his arms around Florence’s waist, pulling her to cling to him tightly. The more she struggled, the more tightly they were clinging to each other.

In the struggle and rub, Ernest’s joystick became more energetic.

Ernest’s breath became heavier and heavier.

He warned her in a deep tone, “Florence, are you luring me?”

She inwardly denied.

Feeling annoyed, Florence was about to retort him, but she immediately felt something hard against her.

It was as hot as fire.

In fear, she stopped struggling instantly. Her body was tightened.

She stammered in a weak tone, “Please... please let me go. It... it will calm down.”

Ernest wrapped his arms around Florence’s waist, his fingers moving back and forth on it.

His thin lips were clinging to her ear. He said in a soft, elegant, and deadly sexy tone, stressing each syllable.

“Good girl, let me bathe you.”

His words kept reechoing in her ears. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Florence’s temples popped. She didn’t believe any single word he said.

The next second, she saw Ernest pick up a bath sponge. Then he put it on her skin, rubbing gently.

He looked pretty serious as if he was only bathing her.

Florence was sitting stiffly, still couldn’t come back to her senses.

She truly wanted to ask him if he truly didn’t feel suffering.

Would he fail to suppress it?

However, she was truly uneasy. She was tightened all over.

This was the first time that she was bathed by someone, and that was her boyfriend.

All the places on her body that were rubbed by the bath sponge felt tickled and numb as if there was an electrical current.

Florence was so nervous as if she was fighting in a battle.

“Relax, Florence,” Ernest’s deep voice sounded out behind her ear.

Then Florence felt that Ernest’s fingers fell on her arm under the water. He started to massage her arm with a suitable strength.

Florence gaped. She turned around and looked at him in disbelief.

“You...”

“I’m massaging you,” Ernest directly answered her after seeing through her mind.

He was doing it seriously and explained in a deep and pleasant voice, “It could soothe your muscles. Later, you won’t feel the pain.”

Florence gaped, her eyes fiercely twinkling.

It turned out his purpose to bathe her was to massage her, so that she wouldn’t feel the pain after the strenuous exercise last night.

He was way too considerate, making Florence’s heart fluctuated in happiness.

The pink bathe ended in an ambiguous and tolerant atmosphere as well as the sweet torture.

Although Florence felt cozier after the bathe and the massage, they made love too violently last night, so Florence’s legs were still weak. When she was standing, her legs slightly trembled.

Ernest decisively served her to the end.

After carrying her out of the bathroom, he dressed her personally.

Florence kept blushing. Her face never returned to normal. Feeling so shy, she watched the man who was busy serving her and she felt a bit embarrassed.

“Ernest, you’ll spoil me in this way. In the future, I might not be able to take care of myself at all.”

“In that case, you can leave everything to me. All you need is to enjoy,” said Ernest naturally.

He gave the coat to Florence and then buttoned it.

He was doing it extremely seriously as if he was dealing with a hundred-million project.

Florence looked at him, curling up her lips into a smile.

She couldn’t help but recall a line that she had seen online before -- the highest level that a man doted on a woman was that the woman couldn’t take care of herself without him.

In that case, she would be able to leave the man.

After they both had straightened themselves, Ernest carried Florence out of the room.

They were still in the main house of Florence’s parents. This room was the guestroom. After spending a chaotic night here, they must leave here.

Ernest opened the door and walked out, and Florence’s curled lips became a bit flat.

The thing that happened last night was still like a stone pressing on her heart.

If she hadn’t woken up at the midnight, found that Ernest wasn’t beside her, and come all the way here, she couldn’t imagine what would happen to Ernest and how terrible the status would be for him right now.

Because of Victoria’s plan, Ernest suffered a lot, and Florence had almost lost him.

She had to admit that she hated Victoria somehow.

Florence even started to regret it -- she had brought Ernest back to the Fraser family under such a circumstance, letting him experience such a thing.

As if Ernest could read her mind, he said in a deep voice, “Florence, don’t overthink. Just remember -- no matter what happened and how many obstacles are there, we’ll overcome them and be together for sure.”

After a pause, he stared in front of the corridor with a complicated expression. “What your mother has done for you is because she loves you.”

Her deep love for her daughter made her bigoted and insane.

Florence pressed her lips and said in an extremely low voice, “But her love isn’t the reason.”

Victoria wanted to ruin Ernest’s life and the happiness between them in the name of love. Florence wondered if it was true love or self-conceited selfishness.

She didn’t know and couldn’t understand.

She wrapped her arms around Ernest’s neck, glinting at him with determination.

“If the plan of looking for the herbs has been fixed, we can go. No one can stop me.”

What Victoria had done increased her determination to go with Ernest.

Ernest’s eyes were darkened with a trace of hesitation.

If he couldn’t hundred percent sure about Florence’s safety, he wouldn’t take her to experience the danger.

However, when looking at Florence’s determined eyes, he couldn’t have the heart to turn her down again under such a circumstance.

Pressing his lips, he said, “Give me more time. I’ll get it arranged.”

He would plan the trip in person so that there wouldn’t be any accidents on the way to threaten their lives.

“Sure!”

Florence nodded, fully trusting him.

As they were talking, Ernest carried Florence out of the corridor. Walking down the stairs, they arrived at the living room at the entrance of the house.

Much to Florence’s surprise, she saw several people standing there.

Clarence, Phoebe, Stanford, Collin, as well as her parents, were all there.

Some were sitting, and some were standing. Everyone was frowning, lost in thought.

Obviously, they were waiting for Florence.