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

always been superior and overbearing, and he

asked them whether

two security guards asked with uncertainty,

frowned deeply and asked in a low voice, “Was I wrong to treat Flory like that?

not wrong!” Victoria assertive voice

Stanford in high heels. She looked so elegant and noble, yet there was a touch of sharpness in

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

this, and that was the reason why he chose

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

deeply would not be

face. She then curled her red lips into a

if it was his

gloomy and the whole room was enshrouded in a

guards subconsciously

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words from between

shocked that Ernest would really protect Florence from the bullet

made a pretense on such a matter, then

a chance to get close to Flory again.”

impossible that Ernest’s behavior to protect Florence was a pretense, Stanford would not

still pouring with

had gotten wet, emerged from a

towards him

in the car.

covered a clean, dry towel

pressed his thin lips tightly, his

then got in the

when Ernest finished changing his clothes, but he inadvertently saw a red

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

and anxiously pulled open the door to have a closer look. Then he

looked like

got shot?” Timothy’s expression

“Not a big deal.”