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?”

two security guards trembled with terrors on their faces as if they had

and overbearing, and he never reflected on

them whether if he had done something

security guards asked with uncertainty, “Young master, what

treat Flory like that? Maybe what she really wants is to be with

wrong!” Victoria assertive

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

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

he chose to kill Ernest

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

each other deeply would

face. She then curled her red lips into

it was his

the whole room was enshrouded in

security guards subconsciously tensed up

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words

that Ernest would really protect Florence from the bullet with his

a pretense on such a

chance to get close to

Florence was a pretense, Stanford would

still pouring with

wet, emerged from a

ran towards him with

in the car. Please get in the car and change

a clean, dry towel on Ernest’s

tightly,

got

and get on the car when Ernest finished changing his clothes, but he inadvertently saw a red blood stain on

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

the door to have a closer look. Then he saw a deep cut

looked like a

shot?” Timothy’s expression changed

“Not a big deal.”