My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Upon hearing it, Florence frowned in disgust. She really disliked it when Benjamin’s insinuation belittled Ernest.

She put away her polite smile on her face and looked at Benjamin solemnly.

“Mr. Turner, I know pretty clear who on earth is the man with an evil intention and who treated me wholeheartedly. Besides...”

Florence paused and then continued in an aloof tone, “This is our family business. Mr. Turner, as an outsider, please stop chiming in.”

Her words just left Benjamin out of the way directly. Although they were talking about Ernest, she implied that she had treated Ernest as an insider.

The smile on Benjamin’s face was stiffened. He could hardly maintain calm.

He had never been so directly humiliated by anyone before.

If it were another person, he would have muted her long ago. However, she was Florence, and he was competing to marry her.

Suppressing the waves of anger in his heart, Benjamin pressed his lips and kept being like a gentleman.

“Flory, please excuse me. I just care about you. I shouldn’t have done it.”

His attitude of advancing and retreating made Florence feel more uncomfortable as if she was making trouble out of nothing, and he was also conniving at her.

Florence said seriously, “Mr. Turner, thanks for caring about me. However, we don’t know each other and we won’t in the future. Please save it. As for our marriage, I’m sorry but I won’t marry you.”

She implied at him to give up.

Benjamin received the affirmative rejection from Florence, and his smile almost cracked.

He came to propose his marriage with Florence indeed. However, as soon as he arrived, he was rejected firmly. Let alone his dignity, he could tell that a couple of the Fraser family doted Florence a lot. If she wasn’t willing to marry him, they wouldn’t force her.

Benjamin came over through thousands of miles not for going back with nothing.

“Flory, I respect your will and I won’t force you. I’ve been waiting for you for over twenty years. I don’t mind waiting longer.”

His words were gentle but full of unchangeable determination.

Florence felt a big migraine. Looking at his face on which there was a gentle smile, she felt as if her sharp words just now had stabbed onto the cotton.

scheming thoughts, she couldn’t be so competent as

don’t wait for me. I won’t marry you,” she could only repeat in a

him and walked to her

her go out. It would be so useless for her to tangle with them. She decided to figure out another

went back to her room, racking her brains out for the plan. She even wandered around the windows in the room and the back

wondered about the probability of

implementable plan, Stanford came into her room with a

really hungry. Please

of the back door. She

looked at the French window secretly, slightly heaving a

the tray on the table. “If you don’t eat, how can

Make trouble? For what?

was taken aback. Immediately, she understood what he meant - he had known that she was planning to sneak

wondering if he would send someone to keep an eye on

to lock me up, so I give up. I will have meals. Don’t send anyone to follow me. I hate to be

his eyebrows, realizing that his sister had become smarter. She was negotiating with him, exchanged being watched with having

Stanford smiled helplessly. Of course,

right. Don’t worry. No

no one would be watching her, she could have a chance to

it yet. Now she wanted to sneak out, she spent more than a half-day

a mess when the shift was changed at seven o’clock in the dust. She could sneak

a woman at her word. She secretly put on a maid’s

changing

a

her head, walking toward the side door in a

bodyguard paid special attention to her, thinking that she was a maid going

closer to the

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

She would sneak out!

flashing through her mind. She was sure that he would be quite surprised when seeing her

a tall and strong

guard, Florence almost