My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He immediately became irritated, grabbed Ernest’s collar and said angrily, “You bullied my younger sister and still have a good reason?”

Ernest looked calmed. He did not resist but he also did not show any weakness.

When one of the two people at the front suddenly grabbed another’s collar, it immediately attracted the attention of Florence and Phoebe.

When Florence saw Stanford’s fierce look as if he was going to hit Ernest at any time, her heart suddenly leapt to her throat.

In the garden last time, Stanford had hit Clarence and Clarence’s face took several days to heal.

She could not let Stanford hit Ernest again!

Her heart would ache for him!

“Stanford, what are you doing! Knock it off!”

Florence hurriedly ran over and used both her hands to embrace Stanford’s hand that was grabbing Ernest’s collar. Her fingers were trying hard to move his fingers away.

She said with a face full of anxiety, “You quickly let go of him, I don’t allow you to hit him!”

Stanford froze. His lips twitched.

He did not intend to hit Ernest. But, Florence’s reaction was a little too exaggerated!

In the small garden last time, she did not have such a big reaction? It was only after Clarence had spoken something that she came to plead for mercy.

Stanford frowned and questioned, “Why are you suddenly so concerned about him?”

Florence’s heart throbbed and she was slightly diffident.

This was her instinctive reaction!

Her eyes flickered and while she hesitated, she inadvertently saw the bright red smear on Ernest’s arm.

Her eyes widened in shock and she exclaimed, “You’re injured?!”

Previously, he was wearing a black suit so she did not notice at all. Now, Ernest was only wearing a white shirt and the bloodstain only then looked obvious.

Vexed, Florence pushed Stanford’s hand, “Stanford, you quickly let go of him, he is injured! If you bully him again, I'll ignore you.”

Stanford was speechless.

Wasn’t he just grabbing his collar, he had not even started bullying, okay?

his younger

of being protective, he knew that he could not continue to give him a lesson anymore. Stanford could only let go of

looked at him in a manner that

“Does it hurt?”

If she realized it, he would not let him hold her and let him move around. Otherwise, his arm would not bleed so

pursed his lips and curled into a

warm and gentle, “It’s

hurt but when she saw it,

Stanford and asked, “Stanford, do you have

and then waved his hands. Immediately, a bodyguard came over and handed the small

ran over and

kit in her arms and pulled him to sit down

“I’ll treat your wound.”

said, she quickly opened the medical

actions, Ernest’s

time Florence touched the medical kit was to treat Clarence’s wound. That should be her first time doing this kind

to be the first person whom Florence treated wound

just got the freedom to go out and breathe fresh air

was going on? Who

handle wounds but

was just right as

the scary wounds on Ernest’s arm,

him to get hurt

it’s a little painful, you bear with

with

gentle voice was with heartbrokenness and tenderness that could

little pain so he pursed his lips and smiled,

How was

her mood

cleaned his wound. Her actions were gentle and slow as if she

showed that she cherished

this scene on the side. His gaze became increasingly sharp and he

even looked a bit absent-minded but now, her concentration and her

this time was a far cry from her

looked like two people, or rather, she

last time,

in Stanford’s mind. He

the hell