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.”

did not put

and then reappeared quickly with a

after a good rest. With Florence’s help, she got

of soup on the

gave one bowl to

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

“Thank you, butler.”

kindness, Florence

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

bowl of soup, and Georgia handed her

juniors. Florence understood

finished dinner,

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

to Ernest’s room

just let me know if you need

you hurry and rest

sent off

turned to face the door, and felt rather

but now they were

took a deep breath, and then walked into the room.

appeared completely different from Ernest’s

thought she had entered the wrong

sat comfortably on the sofa, and asked in a very

decoration a few days ago; do you

her opinion as if they were

her opinion? She was only staying temporarily, she didn’t live here.

she thought again; maybe someone was eavesdropping in on

there were bound to be eyes and ears everywhere. Florence was afraid to say anything, in fear of saying something wrong.

smile

in a good mood, and he looked at

change the subject, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m off to shower; can you give me

not bring any change of clothes nor pajamas, so she had to resort to wear his clothes.

“The clothes in there are

Prepared for her?

she didn’t have to wear his clothes. Florence let out a

she stepped into the closet, she froze still.

the clothes there were

of styles, from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and there were

surprised beyond words. Had he not said these were prepared especially for her, she would have thought that there was

with this many clothes for her, it was as