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

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 her

woman and Bonnie gaped

worship. They needed to serve the men all their lives. Usually, they would do everything for men, and

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

keep calm any

let me

from the woman’s reached hands, he pushed Florence

rolled, getting farther and

was standing motionlessly, gritting her teeth while

cursed in angry, “What

deep,

couldn’t help but say,

“Pak!”

her face. Palm print

fiercely and screamed abuse at her, “Don’t forget our family rules! Do you want

tears welling up in her

born to serve men. We can never cause trouble and become burdens for men. Florence Fraser is the scum of women.

hearing it, the woman looked

so both Florence and he heard the

face was darkened to extremely. He couldn’t help tightening his pinch on the

could his girlfriend be cursed

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

and threatening anger emanated from Ernest, and her expression changed a

of customs here? Are women here

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

voice was so tender as well, which

anger in his chest and answered in a

enough, Florence

should be almost the same as the ancient

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