My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence’s mind instantly went blank, just thinking that they were doomed! She was tensed up and could vaguely see Stanford through the leafy branches. He was coming.

In desperation, Florence wanted to cover her face, closing her eyes and just wanted to hide. At that moment, she was suddenly pushed from behind, and her body lurched forward uncontrollably.

When someone jumped at Stanford suddenly, his first reaction was to take two steps backwards. After seeing that it was Florence, he quickly reached out his hand and held her shoulders, helping her keep her feet.

“Flory, what… are you doing…”

Stanford froze abruptly before he could finish speaking. His handsome face blushed right away as he let go of Florence at once and turned around. He said stiffly, “Put your clothes back on!”

Florence was stunned for a moment before she lowered her head to take a look. Instantly, she hurriedly covered her chest shamefully, almost screaming out. It was so humiliating.

Her collar had been untied, revealing a small patch of skin on her collarbone, which was still bearable. But it was unbearable that there was a bright red hickey on it! And her messy clothes even showed nakedly what she was doing back there earlier.

Having been caught red-handed by her brother, Florence just wanted to dig a hole and hide, not to see anyone again.

She was so ashamed, while Clarence, standing at the side, had a playful smile on his face. After having a meaningful glance at the one behind the corner, Clarence curled his lips in displeasure. It was so unfair that he had been scapegoated. It was miserable.

“Ahem.”

Clarence coughed embarrassedly and said in an uncomfortable tone, “Mr. Fraser, I’ve told you not to go over there…”

“You still have the nerve to say that!”

Stanford went ballistic, turning around and grabbing Clarence by the collar. He then lifted him up and instantly smashed him against the wall. He raised his fist high, and he was about to hit Clarence’s face with ferocity. How dare this damned bastard do such a thing to his sister in the garden.

Clarence widened his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block. But Stanford outran Clarence, and his fist smashed fiercely into Clarence’s face.

as if the

so depressed. He wasn’t the one who felt her up, but

out that Ernest had deliberately kissed her and left the hickey, just to let Stanford

wouldn’t be appropriate if he continued

and he could come up with such an idea in that urgent situation. The effect

It was so embarrassing.

glared in shame at the one around

about to be beaten

noble when pretending to be Clarence, and he

he have to take the beating, but he also had to helped

Stanford was grim-faced and was about

the wall with his feet off the ground, he

Stanford, grabbing his arm that

He’s going to be disfigured by your

a big guy

half of Clarence’s face was already red and swollen with blood on it.

never felt that a man’s face was necessary, and it might be more masculine with some scars on it. But, after all, Clarence was the man

hand in displeasure. His other hand too let go of Clarence’s collar,

good at gun shooting and car racing? But your

it matter to him? He

he still tried to smile, saying, “I’ll have

looking at Florence, and said

was so emotionally exhausting for Clarence. But he still kept a smile on