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?”

bushed face. Her eyes twinkled

about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if she watched them

heard a

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to

appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare

spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

matter between the men. Please let

it by

Ernest never fought back and Stanford

wouldn’t allow it to happen

wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and approach

I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all

last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t

off Stanford, who

Ernest’s neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t die, your life will be

or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you have to sacrifice

for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once

Stanford’s words, all people on the scene who

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

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

could it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling

was involved in and she would

black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

that his daughter was

Florence and Ernest were separated for three days by accident,

death possibility

no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he