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, which were all

gaped, looking at Stanford in

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

so surprised and didn’t know what to

were dozens of chefs in the kitchen, who had made the dishes for breakfast at the same time and waited in a line.

that case, the dishes prepared could be more than those served in a royal

to say, but she felt warmth in

about her so much. She wondered if the feeling that being doted was the feeling of having an older

way too exaggerated, she felt

bit spicy,” Florence

had taken the initiative

to the maids, “Come on. Change them into spicy

maids came over in a line and replaced the all dishes

all the new dishes

this magnificent dining room, Florence would feel like being

That’s something! It turned out that you were not aloof before, Stanford. It was because you didn’t have a younger sister,” Collin clicked his tongue and said, almost suspecting

if he would dote his younger

imagining ... he didn’t even have parents. How could

imagination had

in an

Collin was speechless.

all. Showing off his love to

expectant gaze, Florence picked up her chopsticks

had been changed or they were full of the love from her older brother, Florence found it easier to swallow the food although she

water personally and

“Take the medicine.”

and embarrassed. “I can do

get used to it if Stanford always did them for her. Also, she could tell that Stanford was a spoiled man from a rich and powerful family. He might have never done such things in his

his head

for you as possible. In the past, I didn’t have the chance to

how regretful he was for missing those

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

man, Florence felt an

teeth, she tried hard to suppress that suffocating feeling. Then she picked up the pills and