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.

that Florence’s arm hurt as she

annoyance, “Don’t touch

“Ms. Fraser!”

sank instantly,

you don’t want to

expressions were

frowned ruthlessly as her heart

day started, they were suddenly here to make her change clothes forcibly. What

definitely not going to

maid away and hurriedly backed off several

she said, “I

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

her sentence but it was all vicious

felt cold all over, her face turned

weak spot in his hands in

she was sure that Benjamin would never dare to actually kill Clarence,

fists tightly and

I will

have to see what on earth Benjamin

frankly and straightforwardly put the trays

rather stood there like wooden planks,

looking at

and wasting time, we have to

Florence, “…”

Benjamin was really meticulous.

turned to walk towards

to wash up. You guys won’t follow me inside,

it crosses more than five minutes,

Florence, “…”

a knife? She

watching their prey.

could do was to succumb to her fate, wash up and wear the clothes that Benjamin had prepared for

was very elegant and fitted her perfectly. It was perfect for a day out in the

looked at her reflection in the mirror and put on her

she was out

the reality was obviously

depressed, she pursed her lips and walked

came out on to the deck of the

deck chair, sipping leisurely from a glass of cocktail