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.

would end pretty soon. After a few days, he could

of the time. Florence’s ankle was injured, so the wheelchair

naturally stood behind the

woman and

were gods that they needed to worship. They needed to serve the men all their lives.

was willing to push the wheelchair for Florence, which was a cheap

calm any longer.

Hawkins, please let me do

the woman’s reached hands, he pushed Florence out

wheels rolled, getting farther

motionlessly, gritting her

angry,

were deep,

say, “I

“Pak!”

across her face. Palm print appeared on

screamed abuse at her, “Don’t forget our

up in her eyes. She

trouble and become burdens for men. Florence Fraser is the scum of women. I feel

the

Florence and he heard the conversation between the

darkened to extremely. He couldn’t help tightening his pinch

his girlfriend be cursed by others in

speak those words would have lost

way too different and got too many enemies, when he was not around, nobody could guarantee

the cold and threatening anger emanated from Ernest, and her expression changed a bit.

bright smile, she asked curiously, “What kind of customs here? Are women here born to serve

soft. When she gripped him gently, he felt as if he was gripped

was so tender as well, which eased his

answered in a deep tone,

enough, Florence did

almost the same as the ancient

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

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