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

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

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

if his sister had

walked back to her room

wondered when he

the door of her bedroom.

walked in, she paused a bit and locked the

as she turned around

her room, Ernest was sitting there gracefully. He pleasantly

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

in surprise and joy.

Why are

want me to come here?” Ernest asked

come here as soon as possible.

put down the goblet and

“Come here, Florence.”

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

her lips, she walked to

she approached the sofa, Ernest reached out and

Florence fell and sat on Ernest’s

was his breath in such a close

she looked at the man in front of

away, “What are you

“I missed you, Florence.”

was as seductive as the

as if she had wings and was

grabbed Ernest’s sleeve

“Why did you come here so early

had thought that probably he would be here in one or two

“It’s always too

their current situations, how would he only meet her at night? He wished he could be with her all day