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?”

and headed out.

from her room when she arrived at

“Here.”

why was Ernest doing in

saw Ernest sat elegantly on the couch, enjoying

the white shirt with bloodstains in the

injured, don’t

over and snatched

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

his

at Florence deeply, “I don’t have a place

confusedly. His room was

“Clarence used

shower and who

germaphobe, he didn’t like his stuff touched and never use anything used by others, including the bed.

sleep on the

in

“But…”

and it raises suspicions if you

at Florence flirtatiously.

I sleep on your bed?”

and blushed.

her

shared a bed before she still felt shy to be asked

“If my brother found out, he will beat you up again.”

them and punched him, but now they were

was still under probation, they allowed but had

still a possibility that Ernest would

and

their faces were

thing.” He

the words, as if everything

trick to sleep with

face was as red as an apple, she was embarrassed.

he wanted to taste her right

heavy, he released her and

get me some clothes in my room, I

her washroom?