My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Harold strode over, looking at Florence with a long face.

He said jokingly and ironically, “Hi, Mrs. Hawkins. What a coincidence! Nice to see you here.”

Florence was a bit taken aback, feeling quite surprised to see Harold.

However, Stanford’s face was darkened. Mrs. Hawkins? What did the brat call Florence?

He was unhappy. He asked Florence, “Is this your friend?”

Looking at Harold, Florence couldn’t help but think of Ernest, with whom she had nothing to do with now. In this case, was Harold still her friend?

At last, she still nodded. She stood up and greeted Harold politely, “Hi Mr. Hammer, nice to see you too. I didn’t know you also like this place.”

“Of course. Otherwise, how could I meet you here? Right, Mrs. Hawkins?”

Harold smiled, gazing at Stanford. He asked in a sharp tone, “By the way, Mrs. Hawkins, who is this? I’ve never met him before. Could you do an introduction between us, please?”

Harold’s sarcasm made Stanford frown unhappily. His threatening gaze fell on Harold.

His gaze was as cold as the arctic ice, stabbing onto Harold. The latter felt a chill rising from his spine. Harold felt frightened.

He realized that this man was emanating a strong aura.

Harold wondered who he was.

Florence didn’t feel their secret fight. Reaching out and holding Stanford’s hand, she made him stand up.

Harold looked at their held hands, his face becoming longer. All his fear immediately turned into anger and hostility.

No matter how tough this man was, he was Ernest’s rival in love. Harold insisted on being against him.

“Mrs. Hawkins, it seems you are quite close to each other.”

Holding his arms, Harold put a wry smile on his face.

“Yeah. We’re quite close.”

Florence nodded. She pulled Stanford and took a step forward. “Let me introduce him to you -- he is Stanford Fraser, my older brother.”

“My biological older brother,” added she immediately.

Harold was suddenly startled. His folded hands dropped from his chest.

He wondered if he had misheard. Florence’s biological older brother?

out that the man wasn’t

that he had

He felt so embarrassed.

face turned into a bright smile what made his face wrinkled. He wiped

meet you. I’m Harold Hammer,

his hand, just staring at Harold

He uttered icily cold words, “What

younger sister was still

Stanford was, Harold wanted to wipe off the cold sweat that oozed on his forehead. He originally

how much Stanford disliked him, Harold wondered if he would

disliked because of him, Harold felt that he would

ingratiated, “I was... just

Harold would rather be beaten to death

Stanford creased his brow.

if he was giving an order, “From now on, don’t

I’ll remember it, Mr.

an ingratiating smile, Harold

Stanford looked less annoyed.

standing aside, lost

because of her engagement to Ernest, but now he said he was

that even in the outsiders’ opinions,

After drink a glass of liquid toasted by

enjoy yourselves. Don’t waste your time

on good words to get closer, but he had to swallow his words

Stanford didn’t know his relationship with

that he wouldn’t

could only pray like

to go. Let’s hang

was still absent-minded. She nodded in agreement casually, “All

left in a bad

at the disappointed Harold, Anthony felt

asked, “What happened? Is that man truly

with Florence, and the latter had a new boyfriend. That meant they couldn’t

shook his head. “He’s not her

then. He’s not her boyfriend.

of relief, looking disdainfully at Harold, who made him

looked more upset. “Although he’s not her boyfriend, he’s Florence’s biological

Anthony was speechless.

trouble for Ernest. If he knew that I’ve offended his future

deserved it,” Anthony snapped in

to look over at Florence, he frowned