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.

the

scared and she

her voice was trembling, she was quite resolute, “I

Ernest’s hand, Florence stepped backward

his eyes and landed his gaze on Florence. He patted her tensed

assured, he can’t

hit him, while Stanford had a gun. This

aside, Stanford

She desperately grabbed Ernest’s arm and

windows while staring at Stanford nervously, “Brother,

straightened up. With a

mercilessness was written all

order in a cold

the order, two tall men rushed inside the room from the door and each of them swiftly grabbed Florence’s one arm

ghastly. What if anything happened to Ernest

struggled anxiously, “Let go

that the cut on the back of her

clam from

said in an icy-cold voice, “If you two hurt her again, I will kill

out

came back to their own senses and looked at Ernest who

This man…

he was pointed at by a gun, he looked composed. But

not a coward; instead, he

on Florence and simply exerted forces that

guilty, “Miss, don’t go there. It’s a thing between men, just

it? How? Let my brother shoot

shouted desperately at

and wait for my brother’s

assured. Nothing gonna

together and then smiled

he smiled, as if what he confronted

Ernest could still remain confident under such a

that

gun at his

gaze was cold