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

was worried about me, so he

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched them do

then, they heard a loud

took a few steps back

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

He was hit.

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

up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

whispered, “Florence, it’s the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it by

resolve it

back and Stanford

allow it to

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

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

drag him without fighting back at all or any intention

made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he

acquiescence pissed off

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

the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making

the scene who

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

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

she muttered with a trembling voice

involved in and

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

also looked annoyed, gazing

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

felt that his daughter was

were separated for three

death possibility before finding

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