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

always been superior and overbearing, and he

whether

with uncertainty,

deeply and asked in a low voice, “Was I wrong to treat Flory like that? Maybe what she really wants is to be with

wrong!” Victoria assertive voice suddenly

so elegant and noble, yet there was a touch of sharpness in her

her once, and he may do that again. Flory will not be

also clear of this, and that was the reason why he chose to kill Ernest to

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

a couple who loved each other deeply would not be able to do this for his/her

face. She then curled her red lips

if it was

gloomy and the whole room was enshrouded in

security guards subconsciously tensed

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words from between his

protect Florence from the bullet with his own body just now that

pretense on such a matter, then

get close to Flory

Ernest’s behavior to protect Florence was a pretense, Stanford would not gamble on Florence’s lifetime

was still pouring

wet, emerged from a

hastily ran towards him with

some clean clothes in the car. Please get in the car and change your

Timothy covered a clean, dry towel on

thin lips tightly,

then got

on the car when Ernest finished changing his clothes, but he

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

open the door to have a closer look. Then he saw a deep cut on Ernest’s left

looked like a gunshot

you got shot?”

“Not a big deal.”