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?”

with terrors on their faces

been superior and overbearing, and he never reflected

them whether if he had done something

uncertainty, “Young master, what did

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

Victoria assertive voice

and noble, yet

has schemed against her once, and he may do that again. Flory will

reason why he chose to

touch of weird emotion flashed across Stanford’s eyes. He said hesitantly, “I haven’t expected that

who loved each other deeply would not be

across Victoria’s face. She then curled her red

if it

expression immediately became gloomy and the whole room was enshrouded in a cold

guards subconsciously tensed

“If he dares to…”

squeezed the words from between his

protect Florence from the bullet with

pretense on such a matter, then he was

a chance to get close to Flory

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

pouring with

who had gotten wet, emerged from

ran towards him with

in the car. Please get in

words, Timothy covered a clean, dry towel

tightly, his handsome

then got in the

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

Mr. Hawkins got hurt?

have a closer look. Then

like a gunshot

got shot?” Timothy’s expression changed

“Not a big deal.”