My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence felt complicated. She hadn’t recovered from her disappointment in love, and she suddenly had an older brother, both of which caught her unprepared.

However, it also approved what Georgia had said in Ernest’s ward ... just because she was the missing daughter of the Fraser family, Stanford’s younger sister, she was chosen by the Hawkins family.

From the beginning, the whole thing was a lie and use of her.

Florence couldn’t feel as breaking down as she did when running out of the hospital the other day, but she couldn’t pull herself together. She felt depressed as if there was always a dark cloud above her. It was an uneasy thing for her to smile in the relaxing mode.

Florence was expressionless. Pressing her lips, she lifted the quilt and was about to get off from the bed.

Before her feet touched the floor, Stanford’s tall and strong figure approached. He reached out and held her in his arms as if he would carry her in his arms the next second.

“You are not getting well yet. Where are you going? What are you going to do? I’ll take you there.”

The man’s scent was quite pleasant, and he smelt graceful and intimate. However, for Florence, it was extremely strange.

Feeling uneasy, she pushed him away a bit. “I can do it myself.”

As she spoke, Florence got off from the bed herself.

Seemingly she was on fever. Her body was weakened, and she felt quite fragile while walking. She still gritted her teeth, moving towards the bathroom step by step.

Stanford stood motionlessly, looking at Florence’s stubborn back with a frown.

He heaved a sigh helplessly. His sister was still distant from him, unwilling to let him get closer to her.

After tidying herself up in the bathroom, Florence came out of the bathroom and saw Stanford waiting for her on the sofa.

He was in casual clothes, looking quite leisurely, but his noble aura couldn’t be hidden at all.

He had a temperament like a prince that was born with. No matter how casually he behaved, he couldn’t hide it at all.

Florence couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person Stanford was usually. Was he always the gentle and kind man like he was now?

“Here you came.”

Stanford saw Florence, standing up with a smile.

Walking to her and looking at her still-wet hair, he frowned slightly.

you dry

subconsciously refused. “No, thanks. I’ll

good idea. You haven’t recovered

gentle but his attitude was overbearing. He added, “If you aren’t used to it, I

Florence wondered why he needed to

immediately waved her hand to refuse. “It’s

or the hairdresser? Choose

speechless for a

“I’ll do it myself.”

the hairdryer and was about

whiskers on his face, but his

voice was also as soft as a woman’s. “Miss, I’m a

spoke Chinese, he spoke quite slowly and dysfluently, but his syllables were quite

western man in the reflection of the mirror, wondering when he had entered the room. He was a professional hairstylist from Europe,

are providing all kinds of service. If you want to do anything, they would come over immediately to

she couldn’t help but

deal with her hair as he wished, although it was indeed something that she

left. Stanford walked over with a set of a dress and a

haven’t recovered from the cold yet.

Stanford looked a bit nervous as if he was afraid that Florence didn’t like

just found his younger sister back, so he hadn’t

clothes, Florence

she could tell Stanford’s kindness. He even considered her health

“Yes, I like them.”

Florence took over them. “Thank

it to me in the future. Doing

quite serious and

rather dote Florence since childhood, spoiling her to grow

herself alone outside the

a foster daughter. The most hateful was that she had been kicked out of her foster home. For a long period, she had to stay in Ernest’s

her in, he was also annoyed. If it weren’t during that period they stayed together alone, Florence

feel so suffered because of

Stanford believed that it was all Ernest’s

to distance Florence from Ernest from now on. He wouldn’t let Florence

her well. She would lead a life like a real princess and marry a