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.

I help you dry

“No, thanks.

good idea. You haven’t recovered yet, and

He added, “If you aren’t

her hair. Florence wondered why he needed to call over a

immediately waved her hand

or the hairdresser? Choose

speechless for

“I’ll do it myself.”

When she picked up the hairdryer and

on his

as soft as a woman’s. “Miss, I’m a hairdresser from Europe. Please

slowly and dysfluently, but

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

kinds of service. If you want to do anything, they would come over immediately to serve you,” Stanford explained

Florence, she couldn’t help but twitch her

professional hairstylist, Florence didn’t refuse him. Instead, she let him deal with her hair as he wished,

hairdresser left. Stanford walked over with

clothes? You haven’t recovered from the cold

looked a bit nervous as if he was afraid that Florence

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

clothes, Florence felt a bit

even considered her

“Yes, I like them.”

Florence took

don’t mention it to me in the future. Doing anything for you

quite serious and

could, he’d rather dote Florence

herself alone

her information before. She used to be an orphan and a foster daughter. The most hateful was that she

weren’t during that

so suffered because

it was

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

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