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

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

Phoebe was speechless.

as if

then, they heard a

was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a

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

He was hit.

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

she spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the

the men. Please let them

them resolve it

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford

allow it to happen

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

I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just ignore

Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or

love to Florence last night. It was the

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

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

but why does my sister have to be your

opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had

all people on the scene who didn’t know about it

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

last night had already made her exhausted both physically and

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

Florence was involved in and she would become

black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led

also looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

was the real daggers,

that his daughter

separated for three days by accident,

increase Ernest’s death possibility before

all the herbs and come back.