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.”

Florence did not put up a pretense,

quickly with a push cart full

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

bowls of soup on the table.

bowl to Georgia, and

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

“Thank you, butler.”

butler’s kindness,

butler looked at each other, and a glimmer seemed to flash across

a bowl of soup, and Georgia handed her

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

nearly nine o’clock when they finished

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

her to Ernest’s room and

let me know if you need

you hurry and rest early

sent off the

she turned to face the door,

but now they were going to sleep

took a deep breath, and then walked into the

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

was taken aback and thought she had entered the

sofa, and asked in a very calm

the decoration a few days ago; do you like

as if they were husband

suddenly felt uneasy; was there any need to ask for her opinion?

she thought again; maybe someone was

the Hawkins family; there were bound to be eyes and ears everywhere. Florence was afraid

just forced a smile and

in a good mood, and

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

nor pajamas, so she

a closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared

Prepared for her?

his clothes. Florence let out a sigh of

into the

of the clothes there were

was a huge selection of styles, from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and there were even a dozen

not said these were prepared especially for her, she

clothes for her, it was