My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

So he had everything planned, on behalf of them.

He calculated even Stanford’s romantic relationship, he was…

It was a blessed that he was her man, not an enemy.

“Well…” Florence thought and asked, “How could you be sure that my brother likes Phoebe? What if he doesn’t?”

A sudden thought came to Florence, perhaps they had it planned for Stanford to fall in love with Phoebe when he first pretending to be Clarence.

The best way to be forgiven for his action pretending to be Clarence was to get Stanford's lover involved.

Forgave them both.

Ernest stroke Florence's hair, his sight deepened. "I won't take any risk when it comes to you."

He paused and continued, "Even if Stanford doesn't fall for Phoebe, I have another way for them to accept me."

One should always make a backup plan.

His ultimate goal was to be with Florence.

Florence blinked and her heartbeat was racing.

She had never felt this secured and eased.

There was nothing that she needed to worry about being with him, he had everything planned and arranged perfectly.

All she had to do was followed and depended on him, stayed by his side.

She hugged and rested her face on his chest.

"Ernest, I can happily be a lazy bug in the future with you by my side, right? Eat, play, drink and sleep the whole day?" Florence smiled.

An eternal happy and simple life.

Ernest looked at Florence and his sigh deepened.

with me?" Ernest

left Florence speechless, her face was

mean it

Ernest's long and neat fingers fell onto her lips before she opened her

"Don't rush, I'll satisfy your needs once I

play, drink and sleep!

an ostrich and buried her head,

pushed Ernest lightly and ran

it

he said last time that he would make her truly his next

do it when he recovered…

only by thinking about it, her body

looking at her

then followed

later, Stanford arrived at the

rushed over and was stunned to see

asked,

sent someone to check once we received information from Ernest, Ms. Jenkins is here.

been here for quite some

felt a grip on his

couldn't visualize an active and lively lady such as Phoebe shaved and

entered the

How could he make it sounded natural? Overlooked her bald

had suffered, Florence was still alive, and she didn't need

thoughts and ideas appeared in Stanford mind, none satisfied him.

the entrance but still couldn’t come out with a proper way

saw a petite figure knelt on a pad the moment he stepped foot into the

all four on the floor with her back facing him. It was hard to tell but Stanford knew

stood and

clothes on and was no different from the nuns

She did…

stabbed through his heart.

her, Stanford began to wonder if he wasn’t too mean the other at the

He did wrong?