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

and

from her room when

“Here.”

stunned, why was Ernest

and saw Ernest sat elegantly on

wearing the white shirt with bloodstains in

are injured, don’t drink alcohol.”

and snatched the glass

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

shook his

“I don’t have a place to sleep.”

His room was just

“Clarence used my

on the bed, used the shower and who knew what he did on the sofa.

was a germaphobe, he didn’t like his stuff touched and never use

not sleep on the bed in

he hadn’t even stepped foot in that room since he

“But…”

in dilemma, “You are Clarence now, and it raises suspicions if you

looked at Florence

I sleep on your bed?”

stunned and

on her

they shared a bed before she still felt shy to be

softly, “If my brother found out, he will beat you

last two times Stanford walked in on them and punched him, but now they were at home, Victoria would be furious if she found

was still under probation,

was still a possibility that Ernest

and embraced

lowered his head and their faces were so

thing.” He

was so confident when he uttered the words, as if everything was in his

using a trick to

was as red as

turned him on, he wanted to taste her right on

breath turned heavy, he released her and took a step backwards.

his desire, “Please get me some

her