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?”

head with a bushed face. Her

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

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them do

they heard a loud

took a few steps back to maintain his

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

He was hit.

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

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

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

them resolve it

that Ernest never fought back

wouldn’t allow it

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

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

Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention to

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact,

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

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

why does my sister have to be your antidote?

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

the scene who didn’t know about it

She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes

physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw that killed the

a trembling voice as if all her mind

in and she

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

it, Alexander also looked annoyed,

real daggers, he had already

that his daughter was

Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest would

increase Ernest’s death possibility

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