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?

“Cut the crap.

a gentlewoman change

maintain her image as an elegant

anxious, Collin drove the car at a high speed and

off the car and simply handed a name card

phone number. Call me if

speaking, he

the scene, he/she would

She grabbed the name card from Collin

treat you

Ernest verbally, and Florence planned to thank

his head against the car window lazily, “I remember

His tone of voice made her feel that her promise was

head and said goodbye to

Florence

was truly the person that he had been looking

now. It was really hard to deal with Florence’s relationship with

how Stanford

…

In the VIP ward…

an oppressive and cold ambience and it felt like a sudden shift from

stood in the ward submissively and

sitting beside the bed, also had seriousness written all over

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.

man sitting on the bed looked so different and he exuded a cold and aloof

even spare a glance at others and impatience was written

you, get

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

Georgia hadn’t left, they

days. But he had been in a bad mood since he woke up. He even refused to

died before and was then barely saved by Collin. If he

was so worried and came to the ward to persuade Ernest to eat something. She even asked

even

no one could get close

in such a bad mood after waking up and he even didn’t care

if you don’t care about yourself, you should consider about