My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Collin shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t mind it at all. He chuckled uninhibitedly, “I saw it just now. So it’s meaningless for you to cover it now. Hey, don’t be so timid.”

“Fuck off.”

“If I fuck off, then no one will send you there.”

Florence was rendered speechless.

She was so angry and even had an impulse to poke out his eyes.

Her impression of Collin was improved because he saved Ernest before and she really thanked him a lot. But now, all her good impressions of him were all gone like a balloon that had an air leakage.

“What the hell do you want to do?” Florence glared at Collin.

Collin studied Florence from top to toe pornographically and then retrieved his lines of sights with reluctance. He then handed her a paper bag.

“Change your cloth. I guess you don’t want to waste your time and run back to the house to change your clothes.”

Florence opened the paper bag and found that the dress was consistent to her dressing style.

Collin then opened the car door and got off the car.

At the same time, a black curtain was slowly descended to separate the backseats from the front of the car. Florence was now in an enclosed space alone.

No one could see her now.

Holding the dress in her hand, Florence felt a gush of warmth. Collin was indeed not that bad.

It was true that Florence didn’t want to waste time. Actually, it spent her dozens of minutes to run out of the luxurious house, so she would rather to change her clothes in the car.

Florence finished changing her clothes after a short while and then winded down the car window.

“Collin, I’m done.”

Collin just put a cigar into his mouth and he didn’t even have the time to ignite it.

He looked at Florence in disappointment, “Are you still a delicate gentlewoman?”

Could a gentlewoman change her clothes in such a short period of time?

urged him, “Cut the crap. Start the

change

her image as an elegant lady in

at a

get off the car and simply handed a name

my phone number. Call

speaking, he ogled

scene, he/she would think that they were in a

name card from Collin and stuffed

you a meal

her gratitude towards Collin for having saved Ernest verbally, and Florence planned to

car window lazily, “I remember it. You said you will treat me

of voice made her feel that her promise

to

he looked at Florence

that he had

It was really hard

how Stanford would decide

…

In the VIP ward…

ward was now enshrouded in an oppressive and cold ambience and it felt like a sudden shift from autumn to

stood in the ward

beside the bed, also

her hand, she tried to persuade Ernest, “Ernest, even if you don’t have the appetite, you have to eat something. You haven’t recovered yet and you need reciprocation.

the bed looked so different and

glance at others and

you, get out of

immediately felt a gush of chillness on their backs and had an impulse to follow his order and get out

hadn’t left,

conscious for two days. But he had been in a bad mood since he woke up. He even refused to eat anything no matter what means Georgia

to do so. He almost died before and was then barely saved

persuade Ernest to eat something. She even asked the Hawkins to come her with her and asked them to persuade Ernest

even his grandma

bed and no one could get close to

Ernest would be in such a bad mood after waking up and he even

about yourself, you