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, and went

and then reappeared quickly with a push cart full of

With Florence’s help, she got off her bed and sat beside

bowls of soup on the

one bowl to Georgia, and another

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

“Thank you, butler.”

the butler’s kindness, Florence thanked him politely.

Hawkins and the butler looked at each other, and

soup, and Georgia handed her

Florence understood this mentality, and obediently drank

finished dinner,

was all the more reason to keep Florence for the

butler led her to Ernest’s room and

me know if you

and rest early

politely sent off the butler.

face the door, and

off their engagement, but now they were going to sleep in the

breath, and

appeared completely different from Ernest’s room from before, but it eerily resembled

thought she had entered the wrong room.

and asked in a very calm

a few days ago; do you like

her opinion as if

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

someone

family; there were bound to be eyes and ears everywhere. Florence

a smile and

mood, and he

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

nor pajamas, so she had to resort

pointed to a closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared for

Prepared for her?

this meant that she didn’t have to wear his clothes. Florence let out a sigh of relief, and went to

into the closet, she froze still.

the clothes there were her own

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

prepared especially for her, she would have thought that there

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