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. Her eyes twinkled in

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

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she

they heard

was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few

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

He was hit.

eyes

Florence wanted to bounce up from

the matter between the men. Please let them resolve

them resolve it

be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him

it

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

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

him without fighting back at all or any intention

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

off

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

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

was 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

the scene who didn’t know about it

now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t

exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw

a trembling

was involved in and

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

looked annoyed,

gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest

that his daughter

and Ernest were separated for three days

Ernest’s death possibility before

that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he