My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Benjamin looked at Florence’s face that was deathly pale with fright. The corners of his mouth were raised happily and his heart felt completely carefree.

After being ignored coldly by her for so long, he had finally been able to catch her in his hand and crush her completely.

This made him happier than possessing her.

Benjamin suddenly loosened his grip and threw her on the ground.

He stood besides her, looking down at her condescendingly. His gaze was full of tyrannical grandeur like an aloof and remote king.

He said mockingly, “Florence, seeing you look like this really makes me feel a little disgusted. I will give you two days’ time to think properly sort yourself out. I will officially have you when we get the marriage certificate.”

On their wedding night, he was going to engrave her identity into her memory, unforgettable for a lifetime.

Florence fell on the ground, her face as pale as paper. She didn’t even have the strength to stand up.

Despair really broke her down.

She felt like she was in suffocating darkness without the slightest ray of light in sight, and now she was even more afraid of tomorrow.

The yacht went up and down with the waves and Florence stayed alone in the room from dusk till dawn.

Outside the window, there was an endless limitless sea around them, with out an end in sight.

She didn’t know where she was right now, but she did know very well that she must be very far from the Fraser family’s reach.

Unable to see her all night, would Stanford look for her?

*Crack*

As Florence was lost in thought, the door of the room was opened from the outside very impolitely.

Three or four maids walked in with trays full of things in their hands.

They looked at Florence and said in a cold and stiff voice, “Ms. Fraser, we will serve you to get washed up and change your clothes.”

Folded on the tray was a long and graceful looking sea-blue cotton yarn skirt. It was very beautiful.

Florence was not interested at all.

“I won’t wear it. You guys can leave.”

“Ms. Fraser, the order we received is to make you dress up beautifully, whether you want it or not.”

After saying that, the head of the maids stepped forward and reached out to pull Florence up.

grip was so strong that Florence’s arm hurt as

in annoyance,

“Ms. Fraser!”

facial expressions sank instantly, and she glared at

don’t want to suffer, otherwise, don’t blame

expressions were

frowned ruthlessly as her heart drummed loudly with

to make her change clothes

going to be anything

pushed the maid away and hurriedly

them vigilantly, she said, “I

expressions turned dark and ugly, “If you really don’t want to cooperate, Mr. Turner has said that he will go torture Mr.

but it was all vicious

all over, her

had her weak spot in his hands

she was sure that Benjamin would never dare to actually kill Clarence, she knew that he would still torture him because

fists tightly

I will wear it

to have to see what on

and straightforwardly put the trays of clothes and accessories

immediately, but rather stood there like wooden

frowned, “Why are you all standing here looking at

from damaging you clothes and wasting time, we have to

Florence, “…”

Benjamin was really meticulous.

her teeth and turned to walk

to the bathroom to wash up.

nodded, “You have five minutes. If it crosses more

Florence, “…”

knife? She wanted to

were glaring at her like tigers watching their prey. No matter how careful she was, she

wash up and wear the clothes that

very elegant and fitted her perfectly.

mirror and put on her hat again. She looked very beautiful

like she was out on

reality was

her lips

out on to

on the deck chair, sipping leisurely from a glass of cocktail in his