My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“What the fuck!”

Collin was rendered speechless, looking at Stanford as if he was looking at a monster.

Frankly speaking, he was Stanford’s best friend since childhood. Stanford always looked like a prince since he was born, aloof, elegant, and doing things willfully. He had a strong ego.

Collin had never imagined that Stanford would dote and accommodate himself to someone else.

However, just now he had witnessed that the elegant Stanford clung to Florence shamelessly just for getting closer to her.

Stanford raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly became deep and dangerous.

“Don’t curse in my younger sister’s presence.”

Collin was speechless.

Stanford had gone too far. He tried his best to remind Florence about his presence as if he was a decent gentleman.

Indeed, Stanford didn’t curse, but when he killed people, would it be less dirty?

Florence was sitting on the chair obediently, having no idea what was going on between the two men.

She was quite down, feeling a bit numb. She didn’t want to pay attention to a lot of things.

When the food was served, she started eating.

Also, the food looked and smelt very well, when she put it into her mouth, she found it quite tasteless and hard to swallow.

Florence only took a few bites, and then she put down the fork and knife.

Stanford looked at her with concern. “What’s up? Don’t you like the food?”

Florence nodded. “Is it cooked by a foreign chef? Probably I’m not used to it.”

As she spoke, she was about to stand up and leave.

Stanford said, “Flory, wait a minute.”

He waved, and then those maids came over to the table with plates one after another.

dishes in front of Florence,

at Stanford in

your favorite, so I asked the chefs to cook a lot of different styles of dishes. Please go head pick up the ones you like. If you don’t like any of them, we can change it

so surprised and didn’t know

if Stanford meant that there were dozens of chefs in the kitchen, who had made the dishes for breakfast at the same time and waited in a line. As

prepared could be more

twitched. Florence didn’t know what to say, but

her so much. She wondered if the feeling that being doted

way too

a bit spicy,”

time that she had taken the initiative to inform him

overjoyed. Waving his hand, he said to the maids, “Come on. Change them into

and replaced

all the new dishes were her

in this magnificent dining room, Florence would feel like

aloof before, Stanford. It was because you didn’t have a younger sister,” Collin clicked his tongue and said, almost suspecting that the Stanford in front

wondering if he would dote his younger sister so

to stop imagining ... he didn’t even have parents. How could he suddenly have a younger

imagination had gone

cold glance at Collin and said in an extremely arrogant tone,

Collin was speechless.

all. Showing off his love to his

expectant gaze, Florence picked

from her older brother, Florence found it easier to

of water personally and handed it over

“Take the medicine.”

and embarrassed. “I can do those

was a spoiled man from a rich

shook his

“I want to do as many things for you as possible. In the past, I didn’t have the chance to take

how regretful he

back then, she had grown up in the Fraser family, probably everything would

that man, Florence felt

tried hard to suppress that suffocating