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

so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if she watched

they heard a loud

standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to

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

He was hit.

widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

between the men. Please let them resolve it

resolve it by

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would

allow it to happen at

from Phoebe’s grip and stood

not to lay your fingers

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

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

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

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

die or not, but why does my sister have

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

people on the scene who didn’t know about it

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

already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford

trembling voice as if all her mind had been broken

Florence was involved in and she would

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

looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

that his daughter was definitely

separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

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