My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Georgia’s illness was getting worse; her body was already in a bad condition, and after a while, she became sleepy again.

Before she fell asleep, she held onto Florence’s hand, “Flory, stay with me for a while longer.”

“Sure.”

There was no way Florence could resist this elder’s kind attitude.

Georgia eventually managed to fall asleep peacefully.

There was no reason for Brianna and the rest to stay in the bedroom, so they headed out. Before she left, Brianna glared at Florence viciously with a murderous intent, as if she would kill her tonight.

Ernest looked at her with a gentle glance.

He said in a low voice, “You stay here with me; call me if you need anything.”

Florence nodded, and watched as Ernest left.

Georgia managed to rest quite well and didn’t wake up until it was late in the evening.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Florence, who still held her hand by her bedside.

Georgia was slightly surprised, “Flory, were you here all this time?”

“Yes, grandma, are you feeling better?”

Florence smiled, and then began to stretch her stiff body.

Georgia looked at her with distress, “What a dull child.”

She sighed and felt sympathy to Florence even more. If she wasn’t so pure and simple, how could she possibly agree to call off the engagement to Ernest?

In the entire City N, there are far too many women plotting to marry Ernest. Even if they were just his fiancé, they would ensure that the wedding engagement would proceed.

But Florence was a complete exception. In this way, she had to help them plan…

“Are you hungry?”

Georgia looked out at the night sky and asked.

“I’m fine.”

Florence shook her head, and then seemed to think of something. Then she asked concernedly, “Grandma, are you hungry? Let me fetch someone to bring you food.”

“The butler’s at the door; just ask them to bring us some food to eat.”

be trying to eat with her. Florence did not put up

agreed wholeheartedly, and then reappeared quickly with a push cart

seemed to feel much better after a good rest. With Florence’s help, she got off her

bowls of

to Georgia, and another

“Each soup is made especially for each of you. The soup for madam helps replenish blood, and the one for

“Thank you, butler.”

butler’s kindness,

Hawkins and the butler looked at each other, and a glimmer seemed to

a bowl of soup, and Georgia

juniors. Florence understood this mentality, and obediently drank both bowls of

o’clock when they finished dinner, and it

it was so late, there was all the more reason to keep Florence for the night. They

butler led her to

me know if you

hurry and rest early as

politely sent off the butler.

turned to face the door, and felt

now they were going to sleep in the

breath, and then

appeared completely different from Ernest’s

aback and thought she had entered the wrong room.

the sofa, and asked

a few days ago; do you like

her opinion as if

any need to ask for her opinion? She was only staying temporarily, she

maybe someone was eavesdropping in

be eyes and ears everywhere. Florence was afraid to say anything, in fear of saying

smile and

mood, and he looked at her deeply.

“Mr. Hawkins, I’m off to shower; can

pajamas, so she had to

a closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared for you.”

Prepared for her?

his clothes. Florence let out a sigh of relief, and

the closet, she froze still.

the clothes there were

from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and

prepared especially for her, she would have thought

with this many clothes for her, it was as though she was living