My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Clarence was fussing inside but still trying to maintain a gentlemanly smile. He walked up to Florence and asked tentatively, “Do you want me to carry you?”

As soon as he spoke, he could feel the danger coming from the corner, and it was making him fluttering. Clarence’s body tightened up subconsciously, and he could feel the death threat.

Florence’s face changed, resisting him. Apart from Ernest, she didn’t want to let any man hug her. But now, nominally, she and Clarence had an ambiguous relationship, so it was natural for him to carry her too.

Florence was gloomy and shook her head, setting her padded feet upright, saying, “No need. I feel better now and I can walk on my own.”

After saying that, Florence walked past Clarence towards the front. Her steps weren’t fast, but they were steady.

Stanford narrowed his eyes and surveyed Florence’s back sharply. Why did he feel something wrong with her?

Clarence let out a sigh of relief and walked over to Stanford’s side, speaking casually, “Maybe she’s shy.”

With that, Clarence accelerated, covering his face and quickly catching up with Florence.

Stanford froze for a moment. Only then did he remember that just now, Florence and Clarence were inside doing something filthy, and he had caught them red-handed on the spot.

After all, Florence was a girl and would be shy easily. It was natural for her to feel embarrassed for letting Clarence carry her now.

Stanford shook his head helplessly. There was already a hickey on her. What else was there to be embarrassed about? Girls were just so pretentious.

Thinking of it, Stanford then kept up with them. Florence walked in the front, but God knew how much she didn’t want to leave.

the garden corner again, hoping to see a bit of him, but she

to say to Ernest, wanting to ask him what he was planning to do next. But now that she had been driven away,

would Ernest still be here, waiting for her? Florence was anxious, panicked, and feeling

her mind, Florence walked faster and took Clarence to the living room. She then proactively searched for the

had Clarence in her heart. Although she was squirming and shy, she was so active

medical kit, placed it in front of Clarence, and opened it. She

his lips, “Ahem.

was young, he was from a wealthy family, having so many people to serve him, and there were even professionals to treat him for just a tiny cut. He had never done it himself. And he didn’t

as she didn’t expect this. After all, Ernest had a clear understanding of wound dressing.

pursed his lips and said firmly, “You

Clarence, looking at his face

I get you a doctor over

stand it any

eyes, gazing sharply at Florence and Clarence. The two of them looked weird as if they were awkward

was delighted knowing that Stanford knew how to use those medicines, which would solve Clarence’s problem. So she

there if she went back

gave way to Stanford, “Here

mention that Stanford inflicted this injury, he was such a big guy, and he might ruin Clarence’s face if Stanford was to apply the medicine for Clarence. He wouldn’t want this

Florence’s arm tightly, and pulled her to his side. With a

“I can’t…”

but Clarence pulled her to sit beside him before she could