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?”

her head with a bushed face. Her eyes

me, so he

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if

they heard a loud

Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

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

He was hit.

so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and

from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled her to

whispered, “Florence, it’s the matter between the men. Please let them resolve

them resolve it by

Ernest never fought back and Stanford would

allow it to happen at

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

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

his thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any

made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he

acquiescence pissed off

you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If

don’t care if you will die or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you

However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had suffered a big

people on the

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

happened last night had already made her exhausted both physically and

it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling

and she

of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such

Alexander also looked annoyed,

was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

felt that his

for three days by accident, probably

Ernest’s death possibility before finding

to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t believe