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 you

had never been

Stanford would be like this. She

the first time that Stanford had been so domineering to

wasn’t irritated by him, though. She just

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

rather stay up overnight every day. If she kept doing so, she believed that

reached out, trying to grab the pen back. “Give it back to

Stanford refused in a

chance, he grabbed Florence’s hand and

by him, Florence was pressed onto

the determined Stanford standing next

she refused to sleep, he would

to bed now.

watch you fall

over nearby and

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

used to it if you

as

tone was still determined, but it raised the warmth in her

was a little taken aback, feeling

could tell that Stanford truly cared about her and worried about

had been quite upset in the past few days, which indeed

to him frankly, “In fact, I just

his expression changing a bit,

least, Florence seemed to have opened up

you bedtime stories, which could help

his cell phone. His fair and slender fingers tabbed quickly on his

more surprised. “Not necessary. I’m not

her brother to tell her bedtime stories? Which

felt amused, but also she felt quite warm in

true that she indeed had family members who

a story that a hypnotist sent me, which suits your age. Now close

naturally lowered his

that he had just looked in his cell phone in a short time, but he had found

couldn’t help but think that he was quite considerate and also accepted

she closed her eyes