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

worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m completely

Phoebe was speechless.

if

they heard a

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few

print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner

He was hit.

widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser,

bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

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

resolve it by themselves?

fought back and

allow it to happen

grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford

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

letting Stanford drag him without fighting

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

pissed off Stanford, who got

Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t die, your life

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

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

on the scene who didn’t know

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

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

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

in and

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

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

real daggers, he had already cut Ernest

felt that his

and Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably

death possibility before

able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now,