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.

whispered to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them do

heard a loud

suddenly took a few steps back to maintain

appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of

He was hit.

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

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

matter between the men. Please let them

it by

fought back and Stanford

it

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

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

his thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who

“You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days...

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

before getting married,

people on the scene

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

night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What

a trembling voice as

in and

she had done last night so it led to such

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed,

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

that his daughter was definitely

Florence and Ernest were separated for three days by

had increase Ernest’s death possibility

find all the herbs and come back.