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?”

their faces as if they had

always been superior and overbearing, and he

them whether if he had done

asked with uncertainty, “Young master,

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

Victoria

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

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 happy if she marries

and that was the reason why he chose to kill Ernest to cut off his

flashed across Stanford’s eyes. He said hesitantly, “I haven’t expected that Ernest was willing to protect Florence at the cost

who loved each other deeply would not be able

emotion flashed across Victoria’s face. She then curled her red lips

it was his

expression immediately became gloomy and the whole

guards subconsciously

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words from

protect Florence from the bullet with his own

on such a matter, then

won’t give him a chance to get close to Flory again.”

almost impossible that Ernest’s behavior to protect Florence

was still pouring with

wet,

hastily ran towards

the car. Please

covered a

his thin lips tightly,

got in the

originally planned to wait beside the car and get on the car when Ernest finished changing his clothes, but

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

have a closer look. Then he saw a deep cut on Ernest’s left

like a gunshot

you got shot?” Timothy’s expression changed

“Not a big deal.”