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 insisted on carrying me down. I’m completely

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she

then, they heard

standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few

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

He was hit.

for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford

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

the matter between the men. Please let

them resolve it

would be that Ernest never fought back

it to happen at

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

you yesterday not to lay your fingers on

him without fighting back at all or any

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

acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

in anger, “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 life will be

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

make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had

people on the scene who didn’t know about it

changed dramatically. She couldn’t help

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

be possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her mind had been

in and

she had

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest

his daughter was

three days by accident, probably Ernest would

Ernest’s death possibility before

find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he