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?”

head with a bushed face. Her eyes

me, so he insisted on carrying

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched

then, they heard a

took a few steps back to maintain his

face, a fist-sized red print appeared.

He was hit.

sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly

“Florence, it’s the matter between the men.

them resolve it

would be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford

wouldn’t allow it to

grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and approach

snapped fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your

lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

you 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

you will die or not, but why does my

love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making

hearing Stanford’s words, all people on the scene who

dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and

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

with a trembling voice as if all her mind

in and she

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

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

real daggers, he had already cut

felt that his

three days by accident, probably Ernest would

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

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