My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Then, he stood up, raised his hand, and rubbed Florence’s hair.

“I’m dealing with my company businesses. You won’t understand them.”

As he spoke, he met Florence’s doubtful eyes. He added, “I like to use some violent means to deal with them, so I was afraid that you might be freaked out.”

Since she came back to the Fraser family, Florence naturally heard some rumors about Stanford. The word had it that he always used ruthless means to deal with the matters, and usually, he would use extreme measures.

He snapped the laptops so anxiously, so probably he was doing some bloody things and didn’t want to show her. It did make sense.

However, Florence looked at the laptops that were hidden behind Stanford on purpose, and she felt quite uneasy for some reason.

Stanford was worried that Florence would keep wondering. Immediately, he changed the subject to distract her. With a smile, he asked, “Flory, you came to me in the evening. What can I do for you?”

Florence’s attention was distracted when she heard his question.

Picking up a glass of milk, she handed it to Stanford with a smile. “I plan to go to be after drinking a glass of milk. Since you are still in the study, I also poured you a glass by the way.”

Looking at the milk, Stanford was delighted.

This was the first time that his sister delivered glass milk to him.

“Thank you, Flory.”

Stanford took over the milk. “You are so sensible. I just happened to be thirsty.”

Florence didn’t know if he truly meant it, but her purpose was achieved.

She picked up the other glass of milk. Then she smiled and said, “Stanford, go to bed earlier after finishing your business. I’ll go back to my room now.”

Stanford was a bit confused. “Why do you go to bed so early tonight?”

Of course, she would date Ernest in her room later.

Florence felt a sense of guilt. Holding the glass, she answered while looking away, “I’m just a bit sleepy. I’m going to bed now. Good night, Stanford. See you tomorrow morning.”

deliberately emphasized the

walked out of the

of warm milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s receding figure. He

if his sister had been hiding something from

walked back to her room happily, waiting

wondered when

of

a bit and locked

As soon as she turned around and saw the man sitting on the sofa, she

room, Ernest was sitting there gracefully. He pleasantly crossed his straight long legs.

he shook the goblet slightly. He looked at Florence deeply, his lips

surprise and joy. She was drowned

Why are you

you want me to come here?” Ernest asked

shook her head immediately. Of course, she wished that he could come here as soon as possible. When seeing him, she was

smiled more deeply. He put down

“Come here, Florence.”

beloved man was so near to her. Florence’s heart hammered, and her face

her lips, she walked

the sofa, Ernest reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her

guard, Florence fell and sat on Ernest’s

front of her was his breath

instantly stiffed. Flustered, she looked at the man in front of

away, “What

“I missed you, Florence.”

was as seductive as the poppies, each syllable fluctuating her

violent. She felt shy and happy as if she had wings and was about to fly onto the

blushed face, she grabbed

“Why did you come here so early

he would be here in one or two hours, as it would be

at Florence and answered, “It’s always too late for me

only meet her at night? He wished he