My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Of course, I know it. I don’t need to explain it to you.”

With a cold look, Stanford approached Clarence step by step.

The latter stood upright, gazing at Stanford sharply. “Florence wouldn’t go for a trip with Clarence Jenkins alone.”

He stressed each syllable affirmatively.

“I saw that personally. How could it be fake?”

Besides, Florence wouldn’t lie to him.

Stanford snorted. “Why don’t you take yourself under consideration? You’ve disguised yourself to be Clarence Jenkins. How will you explain it?”

Clarence frowned more deeply, wondering how come Stanford had seen it in person.

He ignored Stanford’s threatening approach and said in a deep voice, “If you knew who I am, would you still be so certain?”

His tone was full of suspicions.

His strong self-confidence was also quite influential.

Stanford’s heart slightly skipped a beat. He became a bit uncertain.

He asked, stressing each syllable, “Who are you?”

The man was skillful in fighting with a strong temperament. He was quite calm even his fake identity was exposed and he was trapped.

From the beginning to the end, Stanford could tell that the man cared about Florence the most.

Stanford kept wondering who he was.

Clarence looked around with his darkened eyes. Then, he put his fingers behind his ears.

“Since you’ve found it out, it’s alright to tell you who I am.”

As he spoke, he increased the strength of his fingers. “Hiss!” After the light sound, a layer of skin cracked from the back of his ears.

Like the magic, after he took off the thin layer of skin, a handsome face that could take others’ breathes away was exposed.

It was also a face that Stanford was quite familiar with.

“Ernest Hawkins!” Stanford squeezed Ernest’s name between his teeth.

quite surprised that Ernest had disguised as Clarence, but he knew this happened

surrounding them gaped

this world, but it was the first time for them to see such thin

as Ernest disguised himself

in the Fraser

by so many bodyguards, Ernest still

“It’s me. Mr. Fraser, I’m sure you still have a lot of questions for me. Why don’t we go to your dungeon

Stanford stiffed.

this was the first time that someone took the initiative to go to

what

quite smart, but no matter what, he

had made up his mind and gave the order -- Ernest could never show up in this

Stanford wouldn’t have any mercy on

and take him

“Yes, Mr. Fraser.”

back to their senses until a few

Stanford, and they had participated in the fight against Ernest last time. They had realized how powerful Ernest was. He was

he had shown up in front of them alone, but he didn’t look

subconsciously didn’t want to treat Ernest rude

Ernest squinted.

a snort, “Want to catch me? Do you have the

finished speaking, he threw a punch towards one of the bodyguards who

finally balanced himself, coughing out a trace

fighting skills were

surrounding him now, but he still took the

of them were stimulated, aggressively rushing over

instant, a few of them pounced at him. They got into

a solemn face. He looked at

him to the dungeon. However, after Stanford gave the order, Ernest started to fight against

had done was quite

man who would change his mind or go back to his words. Stanford

about it, the worse hunch he had in his

snorted and

wanted to catch Ernest

soon as he finished speaking, he immediately

to be attacking Stanford violently, but

in fact,