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 last

with a smile, she walked out

of warm milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s

his sister had

walked back to

wondered when he would

she reached the door of her bedroom. Push the door open, she

soon as she walked in, she paused a

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

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

glass of wine in his hand, he shook the goblet slightly. He looked at Florence

stood there in surprise and joy. She was drowned by

are

me to

Of course, she wished that he could come here as soon as possible. When

more deeply. He put down

“Come here, Florence.”

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

walked to

out and

fell and sat on

her was his breath in such a close

man in front of her. Her blushed

slightly pushed him away,

“I missed you, Florence.”

voice was as seductive as the

felt shy and happy as if she

face, she grabbed Ernest’s sleeve

“Why did you come here

thought that probably he would be here in one or two hours, as it would be quite late and he wouldn’t be

and answered, “It’s always too late

at night? He wished he could be with her all