My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence walked over and strolled for a while. She chose the game of using the toy pistol to break the balloon.

Stanford was a bit helpless when he looked at this toy rifle.

This was apparently the first time that he touched this kind of plastic stuff. Previously, what he held in his hands were all the real guns and bullets.

“Flory, which doll do you want?”

Florence looked at the inside and pointed to the largest doll.

“I want that one!”

That was the special prize. One had to shoot accurately twenty times in order to win that.

Normally, it was already considered powerful for an ordinary person that could shoot more than ten balloons. Most of them had to rely on luck as the aim of this gun was not so accurate.

“Alright.”

Stanford nodded, picked up the gun, aimed and fired a shot.

‘Bang’.

After a muffled sound, the bullet was shot on the shelf behind the balloon.

Stanford was stunned for a while, he surprisingly missed it? What the hell, he was a crack shot who could shoot accurately without missing!

“Nineteen more rounds, Stanford. Hang in there.”

“I’ll change gun and start over.”

Stanford took a new gun and recounted. What he wanted was not to hit nineteen times, but to hit all of them!

What Florence wanted was the special prize.

This time, Stanford figured out how did this toy gun work. Its aim was deliberately out of focus but since it was in his hands, there would never be a situation in which he would miss for the second time.

‘Bang’.

After a loud bang, the balloon burst.

Then, followed by the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot…All shots hit the balloon.

After firing eighteen shots continuously, even the boss was not calm anymore. He stared at Stanford and his eyes widened in great surprise.

This was the first time that he saw a person who could continuously fire more than ten shots without stopping and missing.

Was his oversized doll that had been hanging there since he started the business about to be taken away by this man?

The boss felt as if a knife had pierced through his heart. He stared at Stanford and breathed nervously while silently chanting in his mind. ‘Please miss, please miss, please miss.’

fired and the

“Awesome!”

“Too handsome!”

is with 100 percent

With a face of nymphomaniac excitement, they all looked at Stanford and they were seemingly eager to stick to

Stanford was with a mask that covered his extraordinarily handsome face, with his awesome shooting skills, he became the

Florence was helpless.

was it to have an elder brother who was capable to attract women? It was

he looked at Florence beside him. His narrow and long eyes showed a doting

“That doll is yours.”

was so good. She could not help but be a little

exactly did

to be a man with great success in his career but during this period, he had been around her all day

the side was in a cold sweat. He wiped tears from his

was the most unique prize of his store and it was going to be

It hurt!

mood the boss had. He would only fulfil Florence’s

confidently picked up the gun and pulled the

eyes,

series of applause

at Stanford. Like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, they were apparently going to pounce

and said to the

boss’s face was contorted by intense anguish

suffered a great

were the fan girls of this man. If he went

him to pay to avoid

oversized doll

touched such inferior dolls but he could naturally reach out and take

“Wow…”

were so excited that they wanted to rush forward and let Stanford give the doll

saw that Stanford looked at the woman beside him gently and handed the doll to

“It’s for you.”

gazes

seemed to have accidentally become the common enemy of the women in

a

carried the doll and hurriedly said a little louder, “Thank you, my

Elder brother?

understood that Florence and Stanford were not a couple, but an elder brother and

good that they were elder

longer a threat so they instantly put their attention back to

go forward

he was really happy to hear her call him elder brother. Not to mention she avoided bearing bad consequences by letting him bear them, even if

out and dotingly caressed Florence’s

fine as long as you’re happy. Let’s go