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. Her eyes twinkled

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

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if she

they heard a

suddenly took a few

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser,

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

“Florence, it’s the matter between the men.

resolve it by

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

allow it

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

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

letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got

Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not,

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

before getting married, once

people on the scene who didn’t know about

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

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

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

and she would

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

Alexander also looked

gaze was the real daggers, he had already

his

for three days by accident,

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

had no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and