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 sister biased

that he could not

him in a manner that

“Does it hurt?”

Why did not she found that he was injured? If she realized it, he would not let

pursed his lips and curled into a doting

warm and gentle, “It’s okay, it doesn’t

but when she saw it, her heart

and asked, “Stanford, do you have any

came over and handed the small case he

ran over

the medical kit in her arms and pulled him to sit down on the trunk of a dead

“I’ll treat your wound.”

the medical

actions, Ernest’s

kit was to treat Clarence’s wound. That should be

to be the first person whom Florence treated wound for, Ernest wanted

of someone who just got the freedom to go out and breathe fresh air involuntarily shivered. He felt that a chill went down

going on? Who wanted

Florence did not know how to handle wounds but after treating Clarence’s

just right as she could

that when she looked at the

him to get hurt

a little painful, you bear with

with

voice was with heartbrokenness and tenderness that could not

of little pain so he pursed his lips and smiled, “Okay, if I feel pain,

would moan? How

believe but her mood became much

and carefully cleaned his wound. Her actions were gentle and slow as if she was dealing with a fragile ancient

showed that she cherished

eyes darkened when he looked at this scene on the side. His gaze became increasingly sharp and

face last time, she was not as serious and attentive as now. She even looked a bit absent-minded but now, her concentration and her deep love in

was a far cry from

looked like two people, or rather, she was treating two different

last time, she was

and more in Stanford’s mind. He felt that the feeling of strangeness appeared

hell was