My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 336

Florence felt complicated. She hadn’t recovered from her disappointment in love, and she suddenly had an older brother, both of which caught her unprepared.

However, it also approved what Georgia had said in Ernest’s ward ... just because she was the missing daughter of the Fraser family, Stanford’s younger sister, she was chosen by the Hawkins family.

From the beginning, the whole thing was a lie and use of her.

Florence couldn’t feel as breaking down as she did when running out of the hospital the other day, but she couldn’t pull herself together. She felt depressed as if there was always a dark cloud above her. It was an uneasy thing for her to smile in the relaxing mode.

Florence was expressionless. Pressing her lips, she lifted the quilt and was about to get off from the bed.

Before her feet touched the floor, Stanford’s tall and strong figure approached. He reached out and held her in his arms as if he would carry her in his arms the next second.

“You are not getting well yet. Where are you going? What are you going to do? I’ll take you there.”

The man’s scent was quite pleasant, and he smelt graceful and intimate. However, for Florence, it was extremely strange.

Feeling uneasy, she pushed him away a bit. “I can do it myself.”

As she spoke, Florence got off from the bed herself.

Seemingly she was on fever. Her body was weakened, and she felt quite fragile while walking. She still gritted her teeth, moving towards the bathroom step by step.

Stanford stood motionlessly, looking at Florence’s stubborn back with a frown.

He heaved a sigh helplessly. His sister was still distant from him, unwilling to let him get closer to her.

After tidying herself up in the bathroom, Florence came out of the bathroom and saw Stanford waiting for her on the sofa.

He was in casual clothes, looking quite leisurely, but his noble aura couldn’t be hidden at all.

He had a temperament like a prince that was born with. No matter how casually he behaved, he couldn’t hide it at all.

Florence couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person Stanford was usually. Was he always the gentle and kind man like he was now?

“Here you came.”

Stanford saw Florence, standing up with a smile.

Walking to her and looking at her still-wet hair, he frowned slightly.

“May I help you dry your hair?”

Florence subconsciously refused. “No, thanks. I’ll let it dry naturally.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You haven’t recovered yet, and you can’t get a cold now.”

Stanford’s tone was quite gentle but his attitude was overbearing. He added, “If you aren’t used to it, I can ask a hairdresser to help you.”

It was just to dry her hair. Florence wondered why he needed to call over a hairdresser.

She immediately waved her hand to refuse. “It’s not necessary.”

“Me or the hairdresser? Choose one.”

Florence was speechless for a moment.

“I’ll do it myself.”

Helplessly, she walked to the dresser. When she picked up the hairdryer and was about to dry her hair, someone snatched the hairdryer from her hand.

It was a western man with whiskers on his face, but his eyes looked quite feminine.

His voice was also as soft as a woman’s. “Miss, I’m a hairdresser from Europe. Please allow me to serve you.”

When he spoke Chinese, he spoke quite slowly and dysfluently, but his syllables were quite clear.

Florence looked at this western man in the reflection of the mirror, wondering when he had entered the room. He was a professional hairstylist from Europe, but he provided the home service and even started working in her bedroom.

“In this house, people are providing all kinds of service. If you want to do anything, they would come over immediately to serve you,” Stanford explained indifferently.

For him, this was a normal thing, but for Florence, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth corners ... because this was way too luxurious.

Since the man was a professional hairstylist, Florence didn’t refuse him. Instead, she let him deal with her hair as he wished, although it was indeed something that she could finish herself.

After drying her hair, the hairdresser left. Stanford walked over with a set of a dress and a coat.

“Flory, do you like this set of clothes? You haven’t recovered from the cold yet. The coat will keep you warm.”