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.

drink and sleep with me?" Ernest asked in a deep and low

words left Florence speechless, her face was as

didn't mean

neat fingers fell onto her lips before she opened

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

play, drink

into an ostrich and buried

pushed Ernest lightly and

it could jump

soon… and remembering what he said last time that he would make

really do it when

made her blushed so much only by thinking about it, her body temperature

looking at her fleeing back.

then followed

later, Stanford arrived

rushed over and was stunned to see a temple in front

asked, "Are you

I sent someone to check once we received information from Ernest, Ms. Jenkins is here. And according to our source, she has been here

for quite some time in

felt a grip on his heart, he

such as Phoebe shaved

face stiffened, he entered the temple with

could he say to Phoebe? How could he make it sounded natural? Overlooked her bald head and act like nothing and offered

alive, and she didn't need to be a nun to

thoughts and ideas appeared in Stanford

still couldn’t come out with a proper way to break the

petite figure knelt on a pad the moment he stepped

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

he stood and stared at

was no different from the

She did…

knives stabbed through his

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

He did wrong?