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.”

her. Florence did not put up a pretense, and went to

wholeheartedly, and then reappeared quickly with a push cart full of food.

feel much better after a good rest. With Florence’s help, she got off her bed and sat beside the dining

bowls of soup on the table.

bowl to Georgia, and another to Florence.

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

“Thank you, butler.”

kindness,

other, and a glimmer seemed to flash across their

finished a bowl of soup, and

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

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

keep

led her to Ernest’s room

me know if you need

you hurry and rest early as

sent off the butler.

to face the door, and felt rather anxious.

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

took a deep breath, and then walked into the

from Ernest’s room from before, but it eerily resembled her

and thought she had entered the wrong room.

sofa, and asked in a

changed the decoration a few days ago; do you

for her opinion as if they were husband and

to ask for her opinion? She was only staying

then she thought again; maybe someone was eavesdropping

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

just forced a smile

seemed to be in a good mood, and he looked

and tried to change the subject, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m off

nor pajamas, so she had to resort to wear

a closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared

Prepared for her?

to wear his clothes. Florence let out

second she stepped into the

half of the clothes there were her

from fashionable clothes to pajamas, and there were even a dozen

said these were prepared especially for her, she would have

it was as though she was