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?”

a bushed

whispered to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched them

heard a loud

beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his

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

He was hit.

Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly

matter between the men. Please let them resolve it

resolve it by themselves?

fought back and Stanford

it to happen

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

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

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

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out.

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

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

the scene who

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

made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said

she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her mind

in and she would

thing she had done

Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

the real daggers,

his daughter was

for three days

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

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