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.

she involuntarily looked towards the garden corner again, hoping

that after such a big event today, and with Clarence as a variable, she felt uneasy inside. She had so much to say to Ernest, wanting to ask him what he was planning to do next. But now that she had been driven away, there was

for her? Florence was anxious, panicked, and feeling uneasy. The only way now was

walked faster and took Clarence

was squirming and shy, she was

walked over with the medical kit, placed it in front of Clarence, and opened it. She said, “All the medicines are

his lips, “Ahem. I

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

expect this. After all, Ernest had a clear understanding of

look of surprise, Clarence felt embarrassed. He pursed his lips and

it too. She felt sorry for Clarence, looking at his face getting

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words, Stanford couldn’t stand it any longer and said in a deep voice,

were awkward and distant. And it was very different from the way they behaved back then. What was going on with

how to use those medicines, which would solve Clarence’s problem. So she could

Ernest still be there if she went back

way to Stanford, “Here

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

his side. With a serious face, he said to Stanford, “Let Florence do it. No need to bother Mr.

“I can’t…”

Clarence, but Clarence pulled her to sit beside him before she could pull away from him.