My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After going back from shopping, Florence was unwilling to go out again.

This villa had everything, just as Stanford had told her. They had all staff from different services. Hence, Stanford failed to find a reason that could make Florence go out at all.

However, if Florence kept staying home all day long, she wouldn’t become happy.

Moreover, Collin found something terrible.

When he told Stanford about it, the latter smacked his hand on the table in front. “What did you say? Has Flory not slept for many days?”

“When I checked her up, the data told me so. Even if she slept, she might only sleep for a moment and she probably didn’t fall asleep at all.”

Collin frowned. He was worried that if Florence went on in this way, she would become weaker and weaker. Sooner or later, she would be quite sick.

Besides, the members of the Fraser family had a quite special health problem. They couldn’t get sick at all. Once it happened...

“I’ll go to talk to her.”

Stanford stood up suddenly, striding over to Florence’s bedroom.

Florence was his younger sister and already more than twenty-year-old. In the evening, Stanford, a gentleman, wouldn’t go to her room at night. However, he hadn’t expected that Florence was abusing herself when he didn’t notice it.

Even if she didn’t care about herself, he cared about her.

“Click.”

Stanford directly opened the door of Florence’s room.

When he walked in, he saw the room brightly lit and Florence drawing with a pen in front of the desk. Unfinished design drafts had covered the desk and the floor.

In the past few days, she had been drawing during the daytime, designing. Now she even didn’t stop at night. She stayed up overnight.

She had been doing it for so many days.

Noticing the noise at the door, Florence paused her pen and looked up.

“Why are you here?”

“If I didn’t come over, would you not sleep again tonight?”

Stanford walked directly to Florence and snatched the pen from her hand.

Florence was startled. “What are you doing? I haven’t finished drawing yet.”

Now

had never been shown to

She didn’t expect Stanford would be like this. She gaped

Stanford had

just couldn’t

her eyes, all her sadness would rush to her and she couldn’t suppress the

up overnight every day. If she kept

the pen back. “Give it back to me. I’ll sleep after

way!” Stanford refused in a

he grabbed Florence’s hand

was pressed onto the bed

standing next to her

that if she refused to sleep, he would never leave

go to bed now.

you fall

over

looked as if he was a teacher keeping an eye on a student who wanted to

“I’m not used to it if

as I’m accompanying you

tone was still determined, but it raised the warmth in

was a little taken aback, feeling

tell that Stanford truly cared about her and worried about her, so he had

past few days, which indeed

to him frankly, “In fact, I just can’t

words, his expression changing a bit, but he felt more

opened up

bedtime stories, which could

His fair and slender fingers tabbed

more surprised. “Not necessary.

she ask her brother to tell her bedtime stories? Which one would he tell?

the scene, she felt amused, but also she felt

that she indeed had

sent me, which suits your age. Now close your

naturally lowered his

in his cell phone in a short

was quite considerate and

of refusing him, she closed her