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.

Ernest had disguised as Clarence, but he knew this

the bodyguards surrounding them

but it was the first time for them to see such thin and flawless skin

as Ernest disguised himself

if the rumors spread in the Fraser family about Clarence was Ernest was

by so many bodyguards, Ernest still looked quite calm as

you still have a lot of questions for me. Why don’t we go to your dungeon

Stanford stiffed.

seek for death themselves, but this was the first

wondered what

what, he didn’t plan to let go

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

a death wish, Stanford

take him to the

“Yes, Mr. Fraser.”

their

in the fight against Ernest last time. They had realized how powerful Ernest was. He was so competent to fight alone

shown up in front of them alone, but he

contrary, the bodyguards subconsciously didn’t want to treat

Ernest squinted.

said with a snort, “Want to

punch towards one of the bodyguards

balanced himself, coughing out a trace

surprised. Ernest’s fighting skills were far

he still took the initiative

stimulated, aggressively rushing over to trap

them pounced

face. He looked at Ernest up and down with a complicated expression in

the order,

done

go back to his words. Stanford believed that he

it, the worse hunch

and

wanted to catch

speaking, he immediately

his attack and fought against him. Ernest seemed to be attacking Stanford violently, but when they were fighting,

in fact, he