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?”

with a bushed face. Her eyes twinkled

worried about me, so he

Phoebe was speechless.

if she

then, they heard a loud

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a

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

He was hit.

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

bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly

between the men. Please let them resolve it by

them resolve it by themselves?

back and Stanford would hit

wouldn’t allow it to

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

to lay your fingers on Flory.

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

love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got

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

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

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

the scene who didn’t know about it

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

last night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was

trembling voice as if all her

and she

had done last night so it led to

looked

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

that his daughter was definitely

three days by accident, probably Ernest

Ernest’s death possibility before finding

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