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 twinkled in

so he insisted on carrying me down.

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched them do

heard a loud

standing beside Florence, suddenly took

appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of

He was hit.

eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how

bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

“Florence, it’s the matter between the

them resolve it by

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him all

wouldn’t allow it to

break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up.

yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just

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

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

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three

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

was normal for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had

hearing Stanford’s words, all people on the

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

physically and mentally. What Stanford said

muttered with a trembling voice as if all

Florence was involved in and she

kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so

looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

gaze was the real daggers, he had already

his daughter

and Ernest were separated for three days

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

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