My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In a surprise, Florence suddenly had a horrible idea in her mind.

Did they stay up all night and waiting in the living room, hoping Ernest and she would come downstairs after having sex?

Florence subconsciously denied it.

It was half-past eleven in the morning.

Seeing that Florence was carried here by Ernest and her face was ruby, Phoebe felt worried for her.

She rushed over and asked anxiously, “Flory, are you all right?”

When she got closer, Florence saw Phoebe’s bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them.

It confirmed her wild guess just now. They truly hadn’t slept for a whole night, just waiting for her here.

Florence blushed, feeling a sense of guilt.

“I’m fine.”

She immediately shook her head. Then she patted Ernest on his shoulder and hinted. “Please put me down.”

Under so many gazes, she felt quite embarrassed.

Ernest pressed his think lips. Instead of putting her down immediately, he strode over to the sofa and put her down gently on it.

He said in a low voice, “Just sit there. You can’t stand up.”

Florence blushed again.

She dared not to stand up and walk on her own now. Her legs were weakened. Even if she stood up, she would walk quite strangely. Under so many people’s gazes, she didn’t want to make fun of herself at all.

Watching their interaction and looking at Florence’s embarrassed face, Phoebe became more confused and uneasy.

She roughly knew what had happened last night. However, it lasted a whole night and a whole morning, and Florence was carried downstairs. She was truly worried about Florence.

Phoebe followed them to the sofa, sitting next to Florence.

Pulling her hand, Phoebe whispered to ask, “Flory, can you hold on?”

a bushed

worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m completely

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them do

heard a

Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his

face, a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser,

wanted to bounce up from the

it’s the matter between the men. Please let

it by

fought back and

wouldn’t allow it to happen at

from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford

warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory.

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or

was the fact, so he didn’t think he

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days...

not, but why does my sister have to

normal for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had suffered

all people on the scene who didn’t know about

earlier, but now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of

night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw that killed the

with a trembling

was involved in and she

she had done last night so it led

looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

daggers, he had already cut

that his

and Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably

death possibility before finding

that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come