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 are you?”

shouted and

was heard from her room when she arrived at

“Here.”

Ernest doing in her

elegantly on the couch, enjoying a glass of red

still wearing the white shirt

injured, don’t drink alcohol.”

snatched the

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

his head.

Florence deeply, “I don’t

him confusedly. His room was just right at the opposite.

“Clarence used my

the bed, used the shower and who knew

like his stuff touched and never use anything used by others,

sleep on the bed

foot in

“But…”

“You are Clarence now, and

looked at Florence flirtatiously.

if I sleep on your bed?”

stunned and blushed.

her

bed before she still felt shy to be asked directly this

my brother found out,

in on them and punched him, but now they were at home, Victoria

men and Clarence now was still under probation, they allowed but had not acknowledged

a possibility that Ernest would

stood up and embraced

their faces were so

say a thing.” He said slowly.

uttered the words, as if everything was in his control.

using a trick to sleep with

was as red as an apple, she was

he wanted to taste her right on

released her and took a step backwards.

to suppress his desire, “Please get me

her