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.”

not put up a pretense, and went

quickly with

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

two bowls of soup on the

bowl to Georgia,

soup for madam helps replenish

“Thank you, butler.”

with the butler’s kindness, Florence thanked him

each other, and a glimmer seemed to flash across their

soup, and Georgia

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

nearly nine o’clock when they finished dinner, and it was dark

late, there was all the more reason to keep Florence for the night. They arranged her to stay in Ernest’s

old butler led her to

let me know if you

you hurry and rest

off the butler.

turned to face the door, and

but now they were going to sleep in the

breath, and then walked into the

she saw various soft-colored decorations, which appeared completely different from Ernest’s room from before, but it eerily

taken aback and thought she had entered

the sofa, and asked in

the decoration a few days

her opinion as if they were

need to ask for her opinion? She was only staying

she thought again; maybe someone was

bound to be eyes and ears everywhere.

smile and say,

good mood, and he looked at

Hawkins, I’m off to

of clothes nor pajamas, so she had to resort to wear his clothes.

clothes in there are especially prepared for

Prepared for her?

his clothes. Florence let out a sigh of

she stepped into the closet, she

of the clothes there were her

styles, from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and there were even a dozen sandals, slippers, and shoes.

Had he not said these were prepared especially for her, she

it was as though she was living