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. Her eyes twinkled in

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

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched

then, they heard a loud

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

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

He was hit.

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

up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

matter between the

it

Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit

allow it to

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

snapped fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your

lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention

Florence last night. It was the

off Stanford,

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, your disease will break out. If you don’t die, your life will be

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

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

on the

now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes

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

involved in and she would become the

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

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

felt that his daughter

separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest

increase Ernest’s death possibility before

herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t