My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1006: My Wife

Florence held her breath and her heart beat fast.

Ernest returned after the banquet.

Instead of coming in immediately, he leaned against the door frame and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Are you anxious?"

Wearing a black suit, with unnatural red on his cheeks, Ernest seemed to be filled with an evil aura, making him particularly attractive.

Florence couldn't help staring blankly.

She took a few seconds to come to herself. She shook her head.

"No."

"Then I'll come back later."

With that, Ernest turned around and was about to leave.

Florence was stunned. Didn't he come back after the banquet? Why did he leave the moment he came back?

She had already waited for a long time, till all the seas gang dry and the rocks melt with the sun.

"Hey, don't go."

Florence panicked and almost instinctively called him.

Ernest immediately stopped, smiled happily, and strode toward Florence.

"My bride, you are anxious?"

No, she wasn't.

Florence was ashamed and annoyed, but she didn't dare to deny it. Otherwise, this man would turn around and leave again. If he drank for another few hours, how long would she have to wait?

Ernest walked to the bedside and gently sat beside Florence.

He leaned to the side and stared at her with burning eyes.

"You are so beautiful today."

It was so sweet.

Florence's cheeks were redder. There seemed to be dozens of deer in her heart, jumping up and down together.

Her eyes flickered and she whispered.

"How much did you drink?" Was her drunk?

"It's no important." Ernest leaned close to Florence with a smile. "The most important thing is to remove your veil first. After that, you're mine."

As he spoke, he did not waste any time. He pulled the corner of the white gauze with his fingers and quickly removed Florence's veil.

There was no obstruction between them. Their eyes met.

The instant became eternity.

Florence did not dodge this time. She looked straight at him and could not help smiling.

Ernest's eyes became even deeper and the flames gradually began to burn.

He suddenly pinched Florence's chin and kissed her.

"Oh..."

Being kissed unexpectedly, Florence widened her eyes in surprise. She was even a little flustered.

She was wearing heavy makeup, and her lips were covered with a few layers of red lipstick. If Ernest kissed her, wouldn't he eat a mouthful of lipstick?

But he didn't give her a chance to dodge or speak. His kiss swept over like a storm.

Florence couldn't refuse at all.

She was pulled into his arms. Feeling his passion and warmth, she unconsciously turned into a pool of water.

After an unknown period of time, Ernest reluctantly let go of Florence's lips.

The fire in his eyes became even more intense.

He stared at her, his voice deep and hoarse.

"Every minute of the wedding night is precious. A momentary pleasure of lovers worth. I want you, my wife."

Florence felt as if she had been struck by electricity.

Before the heat in her body faded, it suddenly increased by dozens of degrees.

Her heart was beating fast.

Her mind buzzing, she had no ability to think at all. The words were echoing in her ears-

"Wife."

The simplest, plainest and most common word, "wife".

But spoken from Ernest's mouth at this moment and in this situation, it became the most beautiful whisper of love in the world.

Ernest kissed Florence on her lips again. His wide palm slowly fell down along her arm and finally landed on her belly.

He was a little unsatisfied.

"It's all your fault, little fellow. You spoil your father's wedding night."

Florence looked at Ernest in surprise. She hadn't expected him to have such a childish aspect. He was angry with the unborn baby.

It was due to the baby that he couldn't sleep with her on the wedding night.

Florence smiled and touched Ernest's shiny black hair.

"Don't worry. We still have a long time in the future. Only a little regret now will show how happy we will be in the future."

Florence couldn't wait to welcome the future family of three.

Ernest chuckled. "Are you speaking up for the baby now?"

Florence was stunned.

Ernes asked again, "will this child compete with me for your favor in the future?"

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She reached out and touched Ernest's forehead. "How much did you drink tonight? Are you drunk?"

"Not much. Just a cup for each of us."

He said calmly, "I'm sober and won't get drunk."

Florence's jaw dropped.

Although she had not been present at the banquet, she knew at least a few hundred people had come.

Ernest had drunk at least a few hundred cups of wine with them.

How could he not be drunk?

Having a thousand cups of wine without getting drunk is just an exaggeration.

Florence frowned with a headache. No wonder she felt that Ernest was too childish tonight.

She said softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm not comfortable here."

Ernest said in a low voice, but he did not show the place.

Florence didn't know where he was talking about, so she asked, "Where? Let me have a look."

"Do you really want to have a look?"

Ernest looked at her meaningfully.

Florence nodded. "Of course, let me have a look." Was it his belly or his stomach?

Ernest pursed his lips. "Then take it off yourself."

As he spoke, he pulled Florence's hands onto his belt.

Her fingers touched the cold belt buttons, which stunned her.

She was confused. "Why, why do you want me to touch your belt?"

"You want to have a look."

Ernest raised his eyebrows and flirted with her.

Did she need to touch the belt to find out what wrong was with him?

Florence was depressed, but when she looked over, she suddenly noticed that the place under his belt was different from usual.

She suddenly froze, and her face turned red.

Only then did she realize what he was talking about.

"Ernest, you're shameless!"

She moved her hand away as if she had an electric shock. She stood up and was about to leave him.

However, Ernest grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his legs.

The posture was intimate.

He hugged her, and his handsome face suddenly came close.

He said word by word in a fatally low voice.

"Honey, it's time to call your husband honey."

Honey?

Florence suddenly blushed as if she had been bleeding. Being looked at by him like this, she felt more flustered and at a loss.

She had never called him Honey.

She seemed to have been used to calling him either Ernest or Mr. Hawkins, but she had never thought of using the word "honey".

It was a word that sounded so intimate and affectionate.

But it was their most serious relationship now.