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

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

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched

heard a loud

standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his

red print appeared. Blood oozed

He was hit.

eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare

spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it

it by themselves?

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

allow it to

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

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

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

Florence last night. It was

pissed off

Flory, you must do it once every three days...

if you will die or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you have to sacrifice

normal for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love

the scene who didn’t know about it

expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and

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

trembling voice as if all

Florence was involved in and she

what kind of ridiculous thing she had

looked annoyed, gazing

the real daggers, he had already cut

felt that his

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

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now,