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?

the

change her

pressure to maintain her image as an elegant

Collin drove the car at a high speed and

didn’t get off the car and

my phone number. Call me if you

speaking, he ogled

the scene, he/she would

She grabbed the name card from Collin

treat you a

verbally, and Florence planned to thank him officially after dealing with

leaned his head against the car window lazily, “I remember it. You said you will treat me

was rendered speechless. His tone of voice made her

to

when he looked at Florence who was in a hurry to

that he had been looking

now. It was really hard to deal with

Stanford would decide on

…

In the VIP ward…

like a sudden shift from autumn to winter. People in the ward shivered

stood in the ward submissively

who was sitting beside the bed, also

to persuade Ernest, “Ernest, even if you don’t have the appetite, you have to eat something. You haven’t recovered yet

bed looked so different and he exuded a cold and aloof

spare a glance at others and impatience

get out of

and had an impulse to follow his order

Georgia hadn’t left,

a bad mood since he woke up. He even refused to eat anything no matter what means Georgia

his health condition didn’t allow him to do so. He almost died before and was then barely saved by Collin.

to the ward to persuade Ernest to eat something. She even asked the Hawkins

so stubborn that even

sat on the bed and no one

headache. She didn’t know why Ernest would be in such a bad mood after waking up and he even didn’t care about his own

if you don’t care about yourself, you should