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 face. Her

“Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched them do

then, they heard a

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

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed

He was hit.

her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser,

up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

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

them resolve it by themselves?

would be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him all

allow it

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

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

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without

Florence last night. It was the

off Stanford, who

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

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

in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote,

people on the scene who didn’t know about

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

exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last

possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her

and she would

of ridiculous thing she had done last night so

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

the real daggers, he had already

felt that his

were separated for three

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

to find all the herbs and come back. Right