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?

Clarence, where

shouted and

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

“Here.”

stunned, why was Ernest doing

on the couch, enjoying a glass of

was still wearing the white

are injured, don’t drink

and snatched the glass from

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

shook his

looked at Florence deeply, “I don’t

looked at him confusedly. His room was

continued, “Clarence used

shower and who knew what he

his stuff touched and never use anything used by

Ernest would not sleep on the bed in

he hadn’t even stepped foot in

“But…”

and it raises suspicions if you

looked at Florence flirtatiously.

sleep

and

her bed…

bed before she still felt

my brother found out, he

him, but now they were at home, Victoria would be furious if she found

still under probation, they allowed

that Ernest would be

stood up and

their faces were so close

say a thing.” He said slowly.

so confident when he uttered the words, as if

trick to sleep with her seemed…

was as red as an apple, she was embarrassed.

face turned him on, he wanted to taste her right on the spot.

turned heavy, he released her and took a step

tried so hard to suppress his desire, “Please get me some

in her washroom?