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.

thoughts,

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

him and walked to her

current situation, she knew that her parents wouldn’t agree to let her go out. It would be so useless for her to tangle with them. She decided to

the plan. She even wandered around the

the probability of

sorting out an implementable plan, Stanford came into her room with a tray of

I’m not really hungry. Please don’t

to the door from the French window of the back door.

the French window secretly,

on the table. “If you don’t eat, how

Make trouble? For what?

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

bit guilty as well as panicked, wondering if

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

sister had become smarter. She was negotiating with him, exchanged being watched with having

Stanford smiled helplessly. Of course, he

Don’t worry. No one

one would be watching her, she could

she wanted to sneak out, she spent more than a half-day wandering around. Then

shift was changed at seven o’clock in

put on a maid’s uniform and trotted

changing shifts without noticing the side

was a good

toward the side door in

attention to her, thinking that she

closer and closer to

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

She would sneak out!

after she had found Ernest later kept flashing through her mind. She was sure that he would be

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

almost bumped into