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.

corner, she involuntarily looked towards the garden corner again, hoping to

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

anxious,

mind, Florence walked faster and took Clarence

Clarence in her heart. Although she was squirming and shy, she was so active in treating his injuries. Stanford relaxed and took a seat

placed it in front of Clarence, and opened it. She said, “All the medicines are

lips, “Ahem.

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 even know exactly

After all, Ernest

He pursed

it too. She felt sorry for Clarence, looking at his face getting swollen. After all, Clarence was beaten

about I get you a

her words, Stanford couldn’t stand it any longer and

and Clarence. The two of them looked weird as if they were awkward and distant. And it was very different

medicines, which would solve Clarence’s problem. So she

if she went

immediately gave way to Stanford, “Here

feeling reluctant. Not to mention that Stanford inflicted this injury, he was such a big guy, and he might ruin Clarence’s face if Stanford was to

his side. With a serious face, he said to Stanford, “Let Florence do it.

“I can’t…”

her to sit beside him before she could