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?”

with a bushed face. Her eyes

answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if she watched

heard a

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

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

widened her eyes

from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

the matter between the men. Please let them

resolve it by

never fought back and Stanford would hit

wouldn’t allow it to happen at

and wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did

drag him without fighting back at

Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who

you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not,

my sister have to be your antidote?

for the love birds to 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

changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were

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

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

in and she would become

kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

real daggers, he

felt that his daughter was definitely

Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest

had increase Ernest’s death

the herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t believe that he