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

Stanford with a smile, she walked out of the study with

milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s receding figure. He sensed that she was quite abnormal

had been

with Stanford, Florence walked back to her room happily,

wondered when he

thought, she reached the door of her bedroom.

paused a bit and locked the door

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

there gracefully. He pleasantly

of wine in his hand, he shook the goblet slightly.

there in surprise and joy. She

are

want me to come here?”

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

deeply. He put down the goblet and

“Come here, Florence.”

to her. Florence’s heart

she walked to her

out and

and sat on

of her was his

looked at the man in front of her. Her blushed face looked

pushed him away, “What

“I missed you, Florence.”

as seductive as the

and happy as if she had

blushed face, she grabbed Ernest’s sleeve with

whispered, “Why did you come here

be here in one or two hours, as

always too late

it weren’t for their current situations, how would he only meet her at night? He wished he could be with her all day