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?”

bushed face. Her

answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched

they heard

took a few steps back to maintain

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

He was hit.

sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and

to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

matter between the men. Please

resolve it

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

allow it to

grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and approach

to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you

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

It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed to

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who

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

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

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

words, all people on the scene who didn’t know about

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

had already made her exhausted both physically and

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

in and she would become

black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so

looked annoyed, gazing at

gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

his daughter was

separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest would

death possibility before finding

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