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.

Stanford’s face. He looked extremely dangerous at the moment and looked like a fierce

and she didn’t dare

quite resolute, “I won’t. I

Florence stepped backward

and landed his gaze on Florence.

Rest assured, he

have any weapon and he even didn’t hit back when they hit him, while Stanford had a gun. This was a striking

she stepped aside, Stanford would definitely

was so frightened. She desperately grabbed Ernest’s arm and resolutely protected

staring at Stanford nervously, “Brother, don’t come over.

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

mercilessness was written

an order in a cold

the room from the door and

so scared that her face instantly became ghastly. What if anything happened to Ernest if she

anxiously, “Let go

so desperately that the cut on the back of her hand was

been clam from the very

he said in an icy-cold voice, “If you two hurt

two threatening men uncontrollably broke out into cold sweats on their

came back to their own senses and looked at Ernest who had a dangerous expression, they felt

This man…

But when Florence got a small wound, his

not a coward; instead, he was

simply exerted forces that

a thing between men, just leave it to themselves,

How? Let my brother

at Ernest

and wait for my

Nothing

pressed his lips together and then smiled

smiled, as if what he confronted now was

understand why Ernest could still remain confident

you think that I

the gun at his hand and suddenly pointed

was cold and