My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“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.

pretty soon. After a few days, he could take her away from

to grasp the chance to get the herb. He wouldn’t be here most of the time. Florence’s ankle was injured, so

naturally stood behind the wheelchair, pushing

woman and

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

to push the wheelchair for Florence, which was a cheap and humble

couldn’t keep calm any longer.

please let me

necessary,” Ernest refused immediately. Dodging from the woman’s reached hands,

wheels rolled, getting

standing motionlessly, gritting her teeth while watching their receding

angry, “What

eyes were deep, twinkling

couldn’t help but say, “I envy her

“Pak!”

a slap across her face. Palm print appeared

screamed abuse at her, “Don’t forget our family rules! Do you want to become that kind of fragile

tears welling up in her eyes. She immediately

and become burdens for men. Florence Fraser is the scum of

the

didn’t walk quite fast, so both Florence and he heard

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

could his girlfriend be cursed by others

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

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

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

“What kind of

When she gripped him gently, he felt

tender as well, which

in his chest and answered in a deep tone,

Florence did

almost the same as

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