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

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

and walked to her

It would be so useless for her to tangle with them.

to her room, racking her brains out for the plan. She even

wondered about the probability of sneaking

Stanford came into her room with a

really hungry.

the French window of the back door. She put on a smile

at the French window secretly, slightly

table. “If you don’t eat, how can you have

Make trouble? For what?

he meant - he had known that she

as well as panicked, wondering if he would send someone

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

had become smarter. She was negotiating

her mind, Stanford smiled helplessly. Of

worry. No one is watching

one would be watching her, she could have

wanted to sneak out, she spent more

was changed at seven o’clock in the dust.

woman at her word. She secretly put on a

enough, those bodyguards were changing shifts without noticing the side

a good

walking toward the side door in a

attention to her, thinking that

and closer to

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

She would sneak out!

was overjoyed. The scene of what would happen after she had found Ernest later kept flashing through her mind. She was sure that

to walk out of the side door excitedly, a tall and strong figure suddenly

guard, Florence almost bumped