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 twinkled

worried about me, so he

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched

then, they heard a

suddenly took a few steps back

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

He was hit.

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

Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled

it’s the matter between the men. Please

it by

Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit

it

frowned deeply and wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just ignore my

Stanford drag him without

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

pissed off Stanford, who got

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

why does my sister have to be your antidote?

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

the scene who

dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her

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

be possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice

in and she would become the

she had done last

also looked annoyed, gazing

was the real daggers, he had

his daughter was definitely

and Ernest were separated for three

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

had no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he even