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

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she

heard

was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain

fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from the

He was hit.

so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

from the sofa. Phoebe,

the matter between the men.

it

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him all

wouldn’t allow it to happen at

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

yesterday not to lay your fingers on

letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention to

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

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

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

die or not, but why does my sister have

love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once

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

couldn’t help

last night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What

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

Florence was involved in and she would

thing she had done last night so it led

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

daggers, he had

that his daughter

for three days by accident, probably Ernest

increase Ernest’s death possibility before

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