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?”

bushed face. Her eyes

so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched

heard a loud

suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his

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

He was hit.

widened her eyes and yelled,

from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

the matter between the

them resolve it by

fought back and Stanford would hit

wouldn’t allow it to happen at

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

“Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to

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

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

pissed off Stanford, who got

neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not,

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

Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became

the scene who

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

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

a trembling voice as if all her mind had been

and she

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

Alexander also looked annoyed,

daggers, he

his daughter was definitely

and Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest would

Ernest’s death possibility

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