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

old butler agreed wholeheartedly, and then reappeared quickly with a push cart full of

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

were two bowls of

to Georgia, and another to Florence.

soup for madam helps replenish blood, and the one for you

“Thank you, butler.”

butler’s kindness, Florence

other, and a glimmer seemed to flash

bowl of soup, and Georgia handed her a

juniors. Florence understood

o’clock when they finished

there was all the more reason to keep

butler led her to Ernest’s room and

just let me know

and

off the

to face the door, and

Ernest already called off their engagement, but now they

a deep breath, and then walked into

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

was taken aback and thought she had

on the sofa, and asked in a

decoration a few days ago; do

if they

to ask for her opinion? She was only staying

again; maybe someone was eavesdropping in on their

bound to be eyes and ears everywhere. Florence was afraid to say anything,

just forced a smile and

to be in a good mood, and

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

of clothes nor pajamas, so she had to resort

closet, “The clothes in there are especially prepared

Prepared for her?

Florence let out a

stepped into the closet, she froze

clothes there were her own clothes.

selection of styles, from fashionable clothes to pajamas,

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

this many clothes for her, it was