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.

Ernest asked in

her face was as red

didn't mean it that

to explain but Ernest's long and neat fingers fell

a seductive tone. "Don't rush, I'll

play, drink

too embarrassed, she could turn into an ostrich

Ernest lightly and ran

kept racing uncontrollably, it could jump

to recover soon… and remembering what he said last time that he

would really do it when he recovered…

made her blushed so much only by thinking about

at her fleeing

then followed

hours later, Stanford arrived at the destination.

was stunned to see a temple

in disbelief, then asked, "Are you sure Phoebe

we received information from Ernest, Ms. Jenkins is here. And according to

for quite some time in a

a grip on his heart, he

active and lively lady such

he entered the temple with

it sounded natural? Overlooked her bald head

her directly that she had suffered, Florence was still alive, and she didn't need to be a nun

thoughts and ideas appeared in Stanford mind, none satisfied

out with a proper way

knelt on a pad the moment he stepped

him. It was hard

froze where he stood

all-white clothes on and was no different from the

She did…

knives stabbed

if he wasn’t too mean the other at the beach but was completely wrong.

He did wrong?