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

she walked out of the study with the

the glass of warm milk, gazing deeply at Florence’s receding figure. He sensed that she was

wondered if his sister had

walked back to her room

wondered when

door of her bedroom. Push the door

a bit and locked the door

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

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

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

in surprise and joy. She was

are you

me to come here?”

Of course, she wished that he could come here as

deeply. He put down the goblet and waved at

“Come here, Florence.”

so near to her.

her lips, she walked to

out and grabbed her arm,

Florence fell and

his breath in such a close

in

him away,

“I missed you, Florence.”

deep voice was as seductive as the

shy and happy as if she had wings and was about to fly onto the

grabbed Ernest’s sleeve

did you come

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

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

her at night? He wished he could be with her all