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

was worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if

heard

Florence, suddenly took a few steps

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford

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

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

them resolve it by

back and

wouldn’t allow it

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

Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you

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

made love to Florence last night. It was

pissed off Stanford, who got more

“You bastard! Do 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

will die or not, but why does my sister have to be your

before getting married, once

Stanford’s words, all people on the scene who didn’t know about

her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of surprise and

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

she muttered with a trembling voice as if all

Florence was involved in and she

she had done last night so

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

his gaze was the real daggers, he had

that his daughter was definitely

were separated for three

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

herbs and