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 twinkled in

me, so he insisted on

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched them do

then, they heard a

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

his fair face, a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood

He was hit.

her eyes and

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

the matter between the men. Please let them resolve

it by themselves?

never fought back and Stanford

wouldn’t allow it to

to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

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

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

last night. It was the

off Stanford, who

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

die or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why

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

all people on the scene who didn’t know about it

now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t

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

muttered with a trembling voice as if

was involved in and

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

also looked annoyed, gazing at

daggers, he

felt that his daughter was definitely

and Ernest were separated for three days by accident,

death possibility

that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now,