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 always been superior and overbearing, and

them whether if

asked with uncertainty,

a low voice, “Was I wrong to treat Flory like that? Maybe

Victoria

high heels. She looked so elegant and noble,

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

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

hesitantly, “I haven’t expected

each other deeply would

across Victoria’s face. She

if it

immediately became gloomy and the whole room was enshrouded in

guards subconsciously tensed up

“If he dares to…”

the words from

so shocked that Ernest would really protect Florence from the bullet with his own

made a pretense on such a matter, then he was

give him a chance to get close to Flory again.”

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

still pouring with

had gotten wet, emerged from a

hastily ran towards him

I have prepared some clean clothes in the car.

words, Timothy covered a clean, dry towel on Ernest’s

his thin lips tightly,

got in the

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

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

anxiously pulled open the door to have a closer look. Then he saw a deep cut on

looked like

you got shot?” Timothy’s expression changed

“Not a big deal.”