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

“Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched

heard a loud

Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to

fist-sized red 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

it’s the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it by

it by themselves?

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

it

Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then

fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact,

pissed off Stanford, who

tightly pinched 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

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

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

the scene who didn’t know

expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking,

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

trembling voice as if all her mind had

in and she would become

ridiculous thing she had done last night so

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

felt that his daughter

and Ernest were separated for three

death possibility before finding the

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