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

whispered to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched them do

heard a

standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

print appeared. Blood oozed

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

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

matter between the men. Please

resolve it by

back and Stanford

allow it to

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

not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just

letting Stanford drag him without fighting

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

must do it once every three

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

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

words, all people on the

changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of surprise and

exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like

be possible?” she muttered with a trembling

Florence was involved in and she would become the

kind of ridiculous thing she had done last

looked

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

felt that his daughter was

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

had increase Ernest’s death possibility

that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come