My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence knitted her brows and abruptly withdrew her arm from Stanford.

She told him in serious tone, “Brother, dare you to hurt Ernest in the future, I will not talk to you again.”

“You care him so much that you can even sacrifice your life?” Stanford questioned her angrily.

Florence seriously nodded her head, a touch of resolution flashing across her eyes, “Yes.”

“You’re really an incurable romantic!”

Stanford shouted at her angrily and banged the medical kit on the table. He then stood up and strode towards the door angrily.

He was afraid that he would be extremely annoyed by Florence if he stayed in the room.

Stanford slammed closed the door. Florence shivered subconsciously when she heard the loud sound.

Annoyed, Florence pushed aside the medical kit in front of her and scolded Stanford with grievance, “Bad Stanford, bad brother.”

But deep in her heart, she was more worried that Ernest would encounter greater troubles and danger.

He was now in the place controlled by the Fraser family and Stanford was hard-handed, could Ernest cope with it?

The two security guards guarded at the door earnestly. Seeing Stanford walk out of the room with anger written all over his face, they hurriedly took two steps backward to keep a safe distance away from Stanford, fearing that he would vent his anger on them.

They had been following Stanford secretly during this period of time and they knew clearly how Stanford pampered Florence.

But when they were guarding at the door just now, they heard how Stanford shouted at Florence angrily and he even slammed closed the door before leaving the room.

It was obvious that Stanford was very furious this time.

After walking out of the room, Stanford was not in a hurry to leave and simply stood at the door with a cold face.

He looked gloomy with complicated emotions on his face.

He knitted his brows tightly and after a long while, he abruptly looked towards the two security guards coldly and dangerously, “Tell me, did I do it wrong?”

“What?”

with terrors on their faces as

overbearing, and he never reflected

them whether if he had

asked with uncertainty, “Young master,

deeply and asked in a low voice, “Was I wrong to treat Flory

wrong!” Victoria

Stanford in high heels. She looked so elegant and noble,

irresponsible for Flory’s future if you’re softhearted now and just let it be. Ernest has schemed against her once, and he may do that again. Flory will not be

he chose to

touch of weird emotion flashed across Stanford’s eyes. He said hesitantly, “I haven’t expected that Ernest

each other deeply would not be able to do this for

weird emotion flashed across Victoria’s face. She then curled her red lips into a cold

it was his

gloomy and the whole room

subconsciously tensed up

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words

shocked that Ernest would really protect Florence from the bullet with his own body just now

Ernest even made a pretense on such a matter, then he was really

chance to get close to Flory again.” Stanford said word by word

was almost impossible that Ernest’s behavior to protect Florence was a pretense,

pouring with rain

who had gotten wet, emerged from

towards

some clean clothes in the car. Please get in

words, Timothy covered a clean, dry

tightly, his handsome face tensed

got in

finished

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

open the door to have a

like a

shot?” Timothy’s expression

“Not a big deal.”