My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 692: Sitting in the Wheelchair

“Don’t you know it?” Bonnie asked in surprise, looking quite complacent in an instant.

It seemed she suddenly became more superior to Florence since she knew what Ernest was working at.

Florence choked up. She wanted to hear her answer, so she didn’t mind Bonnie’s attitude.

“No, I don’t know much about it. Please tell me.”

“Ha ha ha... Although Ernest treats you better, you are still a woman. What a man is doing won’t be disclosed to you either.”

Bonnie looked at Florence in disdain and said ironically, “It turns out you are no different from us at all.”

Florence was speechless.

However, according to what Bonnie said, she wondered if all women here were the same - when men were doing things, they didn’t tell the women anything.

Florence suppressed the upset in her heart, “Right. I agree. Could you please tell me then?”

She eagerly wanted to know what on earth Ernest was doing.

Bonnie raised her eyebrows complacently and said loudly, “Out of my kindness, I can tell you. Ernest...”

“Have you done?”

Suddenly, the door curtain was pulled open from the outside. The woman walked in with a darkened face.

Bonnie was startled. The cotton swab in her hand was poked on Florence’s arm again. Florence inhaled in pain.

However, Bonnie didn’t care about it at all.

She turned around and said to that woman in a panic, “Almost. Mom. Almost.”

The woman disliked it if they did things too slowly. Since Bonnie was chatting with Florence, she had wasted a lot of time.

Bonnie blamed Florence for making her scolded.

Thinking of that, she glared at Florence unhappily.

scolding, “It’s just a small wound. Just get it down quickly. It’s lunchtime now. Do you want the men to

her head. She quickened what she

didn’t think it would be possible

packed everything in

a

ankle had been swollen up. If she walked, it would hurt a

lie on the

she was quite

was in a coma, she was

hungry in the snow land for several days. Hence, she needed to eat

while, Florence sat up and got

“I can walk.”

she tried to move

twisted ankle touched the ground and was lifted, although it was just one or two

up with one food, feeling so

hungry and

think food would be

the pain while gritting her teeth, making another step

two or three steps,

Bonnie were watching her aside and

her unhappily, “You

her teeth and tried her best

the pain in her ankle had become sharper

could hardly stand

sound from afar outside the room, getting

was pulled open again. Ernest walked while

her forehead covered by sweat, his

he rushed to her, “What are

her and

quite fast

when watching

Hawkins, how can you hold

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255