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.

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

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if

they heard a

took a few steps back to maintain

print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled her

between the men. Please let them resolve

resolve it by

would be that Ernest never fought back and

it to happen at

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

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

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

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who

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

care if you will die or not, but why does my sister have

to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once

Stanford’s words, all people on the scene

looked pale earlier, but now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t

already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw that killed the

with a trembling voice as if all her mind had

involved in and she would

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

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

real daggers, he had

his daughter

Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest

Ernest’s death possibility

Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he