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.”

tomorrow. Now you

attitude was extremely determined, which had

be like this. She gaped at him for a long

the first time that Stanford had been

him, though. She just couldn’t tell

fall asleep at all. Once she closed her eyes, all

she kept doing so, she believed that she would

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

Stanford refused in a determined

the chance, he grabbed Florence’s hand and pulled her up from

was pressed

looked at the determined Stanford standing next to her bed,

refused to sleep,

to bed now. Please

you

chair over nearby and sat down

if he was a teacher keeping an eye on

not used to it

it as I’m

it raised the warmth

little taken aback,

cared about her and worried about her, so he had to do it in this

which indeed

“In fact, I

expression changing

seemed to have opened up her heart a bit

read you bedtime stories, which

His fair and slender fingers tabbed quickly on his phone screen to look for a suitable

more surprised. “Not necessary. I’m not a kid

bedtime stories? Which one would he tell? Snow White?

scene, she felt amused, but also she felt quite

feel true that she indeed had family

that a hypnotist sent me, which suits

naturally lowered his

just looked in his cell phone in a

that he was quite considerate and also

him, she