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?”

her head with a bushed face.

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

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if

then, they heard a

suddenly took a few steps back

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

He was hit.

her eyes and yelled,

she spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled

matter between the men. Please let them resolve it

them resolve it by themselves?

never fought back and Stanford would hit him

wouldn’t allow it to happen

break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

“Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay

Stanford drag him without fighting back at all

had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got

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

or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you have to

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

words, all people on the scene who didn’t know about

changed dramatically. She couldn’t

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

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

Florence was involved in and she

ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such

it, Alexander also looked

gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

his daughter was definitely

and Ernest were separated for three days by accident,

increase Ernest’s death possibility

able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he