My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was scared and widened her eyes.

She didn’t care about other things anymore and pulled out the transfusion needle in her arm. Flustered, she ran to Ernest and protected him behind her.

The gun was now pointing at her.

Florence had never been so close to a gun before and her heart wrenched uncontrollably when she looked at the thrilling muzzle. She felt frightened.

But she couldn’t step backward, because she had to protect the man behind her.

“Brother, if you want to kill him, kill me first.”

With a pale face, Florence suppressed her fear and glared at Stanford.

Stanford was startled and shivered, almost trigger the gun.

He hurriedly pointed the gun at the other place and looked at Florence angrily, “Are you crazy? Do you know that this is a gun? If it goes of accidently, you will die.”

“Killing him is killing me.” Florence replied indocily, refusing to make a slight concession.”

She stretched her arms to protect Ernest behind her, like an eagle that was protecting its child.

Ernest fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him with a flash of weird emotion flashing across his eyes. This was the first time that someone stood in front of him and protected him regardless of everything else.

Ernest felt weird and touched.

Although his woman looked weak, she was indeed a fearless stubborn woman, which made him feel both shocked and delighted.

Stanford almost went bananas.

Hi hand that was holding the gun shivered slightly and he tried hard to suppress his anger and his impulse to kill someone.

Indeed he killed people before, but he was quite decisive and swift when he killed them. But now, almost lost control of himself…

With turbulent anger in Stanford’s eyes, he looked gloomy and ferocious.

He said in a low voice as if he was threatening Florence, “Flory, step aside.”

No matter what, he had to kill Ernest today because he was a disaster for Florence and he would not allow him to seduce Florence any longer.

He would rather to apologize to Florence after this than seeing her repeat the mistake and even sacrifice her life for the sake of Ernest.

extremely dangerous at the moment and looked like

she didn’t dare

her voice was trembling, she was quite resolute, “I won’t.

Ernest’s hand, Florence stepped backward

eyes and landed his gaze on

assured, he can’t hurt

didn’t hit back when they hit him, while Stanford had a gun. This was a striking contrast and how would he

she stepped aside, Stanford

grabbed Ernest’s arm and

the windows while staring at Stanford nervously, “Brother,

with his back straightened up. With

mercilessness was written all over his

gave an order in a

room from the door and each of them swiftly grabbed Florence’s one arm

instantly became ghastly. What if anything happened to Ernest if she didn’t

and struggled anxiously, “Let go of me! Let go! Don’t hurt

so desperately that the cut on the back of her hand was opened and began to

had been clam from the very

aura abruptly became ferocious and he said in an icy-cold voice, “If you two hurt her again, I

out into cold sweats on

their own senses and looked at Ernest who had

This man…

was pointed at by a gun, he looked composed. But when Florence got a small

realized that Ernest was not a

simply exerted forces that

a thing between men,

it? How? Let my brother

desperately at Ernest with red-rimmed

just stand there and wait for my

Nothing

his lips together and then

looked calm when he smiled, as if what he confronted now was not

understand why Ernest could still remain

think that I won’t shoot

gun at his hand and suddenly pointed at

was