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

about me, so he insisted on carrying me

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched

then, they heard a loud

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of

He was hit.

Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

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

the matter between the men.

resolve it

Ernest never fought back and Stanford would

wouldn’t allow it to happen at

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

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

thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back

night. It was the fact, so

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

Ernest’s neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break

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

Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became

the scene who

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

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

possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her mind had

was involved in and she would become the

of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such a

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

daggers, he had already cut

that his daughter was

separated for three

Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

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