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?”

a bushed face. Her eyes

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

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched

then, they heard a

was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of

He was hit.

her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare

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

between the

it by

be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit

allow it to

grip and stood up. Then

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

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

pissed off Stanford, who got

have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t die,

why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you

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

all people on the scene who didn’t know about it

couldn’t help

had happened last night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said

could it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her mind had been broken

in and she would

saw black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such a miserable

it, Alexander also looked annoyed,

gaze was the real daggers, he

felt that his daughter

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

had increase Ernest’s death

be able to find all the herbs and come