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

out of the study with the milk in her

Florence’s receding figure. He

sister had been

walked back to her room happily, waiting for

when he

reached the door of her bedroom. Push the door

walked in, she paused a bit

turned around and saw the man sitting on

gracefully. He pleasantly crossed his

wine in his hand, he shook the goblet slightly.

in surprise and joy. She was drowned by

Why are you

you want me to

wished that he could come here as soon as

put down the goblet and waved at

“Come here, Florence.”

near to her. Florence’s

walked to

out and grabbed her arm,

and sat on

of her was his breath in such a

the man in front of her. Her blushed face looked like an

slightly pushed him away, “What are

“I missed you, Florence.”

was as seductive as

Florence’s heart hammered violent. She felt shy and happy as if she had wings and was

blushed face, she grabbed Ernest’s sleeve with

“Why did you come

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

and answered, “It’s always too

current situations, how would he only meet her at night? He wished he