My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She was annoyed but didn’t know how to object to him. Even she couldn’t be sure of her safety, how could Ernest.

Even if a promise was made, the promise would be broken due to uncertainties.

He didn’t reply because he didn’t want to lie.

Florence understood but still felt annoyed.

“Don’t get hurt, it pains me.”

It pained her more than she got hurt herself.

Ernest felt warm and looked at Florence full of love, it felt good to be cared for by her.

He answered softly, “Yes, got it.”

Their conversation resolved the doubts in Stanford’s heart.

They looked odd a few days ago because they fought and was in a cold war.

But now that Clarence endangered himself to save Florence, she had finally calmed down and became close to Clarence once again.

It should be normal.

But…

Stanford stared at them and still felt like there were something strange between them, was it just a small fight?

It took them a few hours to resolve the incident and it was evening when they arrived home.

They didn’t plan to tell Mr. and Mrs. Fraser about Florence got lost so that they won’t be worried, but Alexander found out somehow.

They waited for Florence’s return worriedly. And checked on her repeatedly when they saw her.

They kept reminding Florence to take care of her wounds.

Florence took some time to comfort the two of them and went back to her yard.

It was full of uncertainties now and Ernest left for a few days, it made her felt insecure. She needed to make sure that he was here.

She went straight to Clarence’s room but it was empty.

Where was he?

where are you?”

shouted and

male’s voice was heard from her room when she arrived at the

“Here.”

stunned, why was Ernest doing in her

sat elegantly on the

the white shirt with bloodstains in the

don’t drink

went over and snatched the glass

“Why haven’t you changed? Is the pain on your shoulder

shook his

Florence deeply, “I don’t have a place

His room was just right

used my room.”

and who knew what

he didn’t like his stuff touched and never use anything used

Ernest would not sleep on the bed in Clarence’s

he hadn’t even stepped foot in that room since he came home.

“But…”

and it raises suspicions if

at

I sleep

and blushed.

her bed…

bed before she still felt shy to be asked directly this

out,

last two times Stanford walked in on them and punched him, but now they were at home,

well from men and Clarence now was still

was still a possibility that Ernest would be kicked

stood up and embraced Florence.

his head and their faces were so close to each

a thing.”

when he uttered the words, as

using a trick to sleep

face was as red as an apple, she was

face turned him on, he wanted to taste her right

breath turned heavy, he released her and took a step

to suppress his desire, “Please get me

her washroom?