My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 399

In an instant, Ernest couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

However, right then...

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

There were some knocks on the door as if there was thunder rumbling in the bedroom, breaking the romantic atmosphere.

Both Ernest and Florence stiffed. The former’s face was darkened.

Florence immediately sobered up from her dizziness. Noticing their postures now, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to hide in a hole in the ground.

Anxiously, she pushed him away.

Off guard, Ernest fell on the other side of the bed. His face was more darkened.

Gazing at Florence deeply, he had the unsatisfied flames of the desires in his eyes as if he wanted to burn down this whole room.

Florence was shy, annoyed, and guilty. She said in a weak tone, “Someone is at the door.”

Ernest supported himself on an arm, the tall and strong figure of his approaching her closer.

He said in a deep voice, “Drive the person away.”

The person at the door seemed to run out of patience. There were a few knocks again.

At the same time, they heard Stanford’s voice. “Flory, what are you doing?”

“Yes? I’m in the room,” Florence immediately answered, her voice trembling.

Immediately, Stanford asked again, “What happened? You don’t sound right.”

As he spoke, they heard him twist the doorknob.

It turned out that he wanted to enter.

If so, he would see Ernest and her on the bed, wouldn’t he?

Florence tightened her scalp. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Stop coming in! I’m not decent!”

As soon as she finished yelling, the door that was cracked a bit was closed with a bang.

“Put on your clothes. I’ll enter afterward. I want to talk to you.”

Ernest stopped moving, raised his head, and looked at Florence with strong desire.

Cold sweat oozed on her forehead. Florence grabbed Ernest guiltily.

“What should I do? Stanford wants to come in. You... I...”

Noticing the distance between them and their naked bodies, Florence blushed deeply. She felt so ashamed that she couldn’t find her tongue at all.

Ernest’s breath was quite heavy. He found it so hard to endure his desire.

However, Sanford was standing at the door and didn’t seem to leave. Ernest didn’t think he could continue.

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to suppress the flame that had rushed to his brain.

He rolled over to the other side of the bed.

“I’m leaving now.”

As he spoke, Ernest picked up their clothes from the floor. Tossing hers to Florence, he started to put on his own.

Holding her clothes, Florence couldn’t help but looked Ernest who was getting dressed.

On Ernest's tall and slender figure, his sideline without any flab, and even just his sidelines were so stunning that she would have a nosebleed.

Florence was half-lying on the bed with the quilt covering her shoulder. She was startled.

She wondered what Ernest was doing. Did he want to hide on her bed?

While she was still in a daze and before she could figure it out, she heard a click at the door. Stanford had already opened the door directly.

He walked in.

Florence realized that she hadn’t put on her clothes yet. By instinct, she pulled the guilt up and covered her neck. Her naked arms were still exposed outside.

As soon as Stanford walked in, he saw the scene. He suddenly stiffed, looking quite awkward.

Immediately he looked away with his back to Florence.

He asked in a sinking voice, “Why haven’t you got dressed yet?”

She hadn’t only got dressed, but also her arms were naked after such a long time. He didn’t know if she was naked under the quilt.

Florence’s body was tightened. Her blushed face was so red as if she was a roasted lobster.

“I... I...” she stammered. Her mind was blank. Not only she felt so embarrassed when facing her brother in this way, but also Ernest was holding her under the quilt.

“What’s wrong?”

Stanford frowned, worried about Florence a lot. He couldn’t help but turn around and check on her. With a glimpse, he found her face as red as a monkey’s butt.

She didn’t look alright.

With concerns, he walked to her immediately. “You don’t look well. Are you sick, Flory?”

As he spoke, Stanford reached out and was about to put his palm on Florence’s forehead.