My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 693: Hard to Imagine

“My younger sister had been raised in affection. Of course, she’s more squeamish than you are,” said Ernest in a cold tone.

With a cold and aloof look, he looked at the woman coldly.

“You don’t deserve to compare yourself to her.”

He proudly defended Florence without concealing anything.

The woman was shocked and frightened. Her face became pale as if she had heard something shocking and unbelievable.

She was shocked that Ernest cared and doted Florence so much, making the latter not like a woman at all. She was frightened that Ernest didn’t feel ashamed while defending Florence so much.

However, the way that Ernest treated Florence was totally different from other men treated women in their country. When the woman was shocked and frightened, she faintly envied Florence as well.

She wished if her husband could treat her in this way... She even dared not to imagine it.

“So handsome...”

Standing next to them, Bonnie looked at Ernest obsessively, almost drooling.

It turned out besides being as fierce and cold as her father and elder brother, a man could be so doting and tender.

She even started to envy the fragile Florence.

Ignoring the woman, Ernest looked at Florence tenderly, “You must be hungry. I’ll take you for lunch.”

Florence’s grievance suffered because the woman immediately vanished under Ernest’s attitude and defense.

She nodded obediently, “Okay.”

She pressed on the bed and stood on one foot.

Immediately, Ernest helped her up and let her sit in the wheelchair carefully.

He looked at Florence in the wheelchair and his eyes were full of hidden bitterness.

He couldn’t hold her or dote on her in public, which made him feel so depressed and irritated.

it would end pretty soon. After a few days, he could take her away

get the herb. He wouldn’t be here most of the time. Florence’s ankle was injured, so the wheelchair would make

stood behind the wheelchair, pushing

woman and Bonnie gaped

they needed to worship. They needed to serve the men all their

man, was willing to push the wheelchair for Florence, which

calm

let me do

immediately. Dodging from the woman’s reached hands, he pushed Florence out of

wheels rolled, getting

motionlessly, gritting her teeth while watching their

cursed in angry, “What

were deep, twinkling with

say, “I

“Pak!”

a slap across her face. Palm

her fiercely and screamed abuse at her, “Don’t forget our

covered her reddened cheek, tears welling up in her eyes. She

I didn’t mean that. Women are born to serve men. We can never cause trouble and become burdens for men. Florence Fraser is

it, the

so both Florence and he heard the

He couldn’t help tightening his pinch on the wheelchair with his knuckled fingers, almost broken

be cursed by

the past, people who had the balls to speak those words would have lost their tongues already. However, his goal hadn’t been achieved yet. For Florence’s safety here, he must bear

way too different and got too many enemies, when he

and her expression changed a bit. Turning slightly, she grabbed his

“What kind of customs

gripped him gently, he felt as if he

so tender as well,

in his chest and answered in a deep tone, “Men are

Florence

almost

and worked as the master. Most women were staying in the families almost all the time, taking care

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