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.

next to them and continued scolding, “It’s just a small wound. Just get it down

her head. She quickened what she was doing and

she didn’t think it would be possible to get the answer

in the

you walk?” After a hesitation, she added reluctantly, “I

had been swollen up. If

she should lie on

she was quite starved

When she was in a coma, she

the snow land for several days. Hence, she needed

Florence sat up

“I can walk.”

pain, she tried to move forward

the ground and was lifted, although it was just

with one food,

and her

place, she didn’t think food would be delivered

pain while gritting

two or three steps, cold

and Bonnie were watching her aside

woman even urged her unhappily,

teeth and tried

in her ankle

could hardly

a rolling sound from afar

pulled open again. Ernest walked while pushing

forehead covered by sweat,

wheelchair aside, he rushed to her, “What are you doing? You can’t walk

her and put

quite fast in an overbearing

watching the scene as if they had seen a

“Mr. Hawkins,

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