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.

face. He looked extremely dangerous at the moment and looked like a fierce wolf

and she didn’t dare

resolute, “I

Ernest’s hand, Florence stepped backward anxiously,

landed his gaze on Florence. He

aside. Rest assured, he can’t hurt

hit him, while Stanford had a gun.

she stepped aside, Stanford would

desperately grabbed Ernest’s arm and

windows while staring at Stanford nervously, “Brother, don’t

his back straightened up. With a gun in his hand,

and mercilessness was written all over his

gave an order in a cold voice, “Pull

two tall men rushed inside the room from the door and each

ghastly. What if anything happened

anxiously, “Let go of me! Let

the cut on the back of her hand was opened

who had been clam from the

an icy-cold voice, “If you two hurt her

broke out into cold

to their own senses and looked at Ernest who had

This man…

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

a coward;

grips on Florence and simply exerted forces that

there. It’s a thing between men, just

Let my brother shoot

desperately at

and wait for my brother’s

assured. Nothing

his lips together and then

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

understand why Ernest could still

you think that

gun at his hand and suddenly

gaze was cold