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 face.

“Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them do

heard

Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood

He was hit.

sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

the men. Please let them resolve it

resolve it by

never fought back and Stanford would hit him all the

it to happen

free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up.

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

letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention

made love to Florence last night. It was the

acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t die, your life will

why does my sister have to be your

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

hearing Stanford’s words, all people on the

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

exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said

she muttered with a trembling voice as if

involved in and she would become

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

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

gaze was the real daggers, he

his daughter

for three days by accident, probably

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t believe that he would come