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.

strong that Florence’s arm

annoyance,

“Ms. Fraser!”

expressions sank instantly, and she

sternly, “You better cooperate with us if you don’t want to suffer, otherwise, don’t blame

expressions were

frowned ruthlessly as her heart

to make her change clothes forcibly. What trick was Benjamin

definitely not going

the maid away and hurriedly backed off several

vigilantly, she said,

cooperate, Mr. Turner has said that he will go torture Mr. Jenkins. If his mood gets worse by any chance,

but it

felt cold all over, her

weak spot in his

dare to actually kill Clarence, she knew

fists tightly

down. I will wear it

just going to have to see what

frankly and straightforwardly put the trays of clothes

they did not leave immediately, but rather

“Why are you all standing here looking at me? I said I will dress

clothes and wasting time, we have to watch you get dressed and then take

Florence, “…”

Benjamin was really meticulous.

and turned

bathroom to wash up. You guys

minutes. If it crosses more than five minutes, we

Florence, “…”

there a knife? She wanted

four pairs of eyes were glaring at her like tigers watching their prey. No matter how careful she was, she just couldn’t make it out of

to her fate, wash up and wear the clothes that Benjamin had

fitted her perfectly. It was perfect for

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

looked like she was out

reality was obviously

lips and walked out

out on to the

the deck chair, sipping leisurely from a