My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 356

Harold strode over, looking at Florence with a long face.

He said jokingly and ironically, “Hi, Mrs. Hawkins. What a coincidence! Nice to see you here.”

Florence was a bit taken aback, feeling quite surprised to see Harold.

However, Stanford’s face was darkened. Mrs. Hawkins? What did the brat call Florence?

He was unhappy. He asked Florence, “Is this your friend?”

Looking at Harold, Florence couldn’t help but think of Ernest, with whom she had nothing to do with now. In this case, was Harold still her friend?

At last, she still nodded. She stood up and greeted Harold politely, “Hi Mr. Hammer, nice to see you too. I didn’t know you also like this place.”

“Of course. Otherwise, how could I meet you here? Right, Mrs. Hawkins?”

Harold smiled, gazing at Stanford. He asked in a sharp tone, “By the way, Mrs. Hawkins, who is this? I’ve never met him before. Could you do an introduction between us, please?”

Harold’s sarcasm made Stanford frown unhappily. His threatening gaze fell on Harold.

His gaze was as cold as the arctic ice, stabbing onto Harold. The latter felt a chill rising from his spine. Harold felt frightened.

He realized that this man was emanating a strong aura.

Harold wondered who he was.

Florence didn’t feel their secret fight. Reaching out and holding Stanford’s hand, she made him stand up.

Harold looked at their held hands, his face becoming longer. All his fear immediately turned into anger and hostility.

No matter how tough this man was, he was Ernest’s rival in love. Harold insisted on being against him.

“Mrs. Hawkins, it seems you are quite close to each other.”

Holding his arms, Harold put a wry smile on his face.

“Yeah. We’re quite close.”

Florence nodded. She pulled Stanford and took a step forward. “Let me introduce him to you -- he is Stanford Fraser, my older brother.”

“My biological older brother,” added she immediately.

Harold was suddenly startled. His folded hands dropped from his chest.

He wondered if he had misheard. Florence’s biological older brother?

It turned out that the man wasn’t her boyfriend.

Harold realized that he had misunderstood.

He felt so embarrassed.

Immediately, the hostility on his face turned into a bright smile what made his face wrinkled. He wiped his hands several times before reaching out to shake hands with Stanford.

“Mr. Fraser, nice to meet you. I’m Harold Hammer, Florence’s friend.”

Stanford didn’t offer his hand, just staring at Harold coldly.

His thin lips parted. He uttered icily cold words, “What did you call her Mrs. Hawkins?”

His younger sister was still single and available.

Feeling how unhappy Stanford was, Harold wanted to wipe off the cold sweat that oozed on his forehead. He originally had come here for trouble, but it was the wrong way. Now he found himself in trouble.

Stanford was Florence’s biological brother. Since Harold could tell how much Stanford disliked him, Harold wondered if he would dislike Ernest as well.

If Ernest was disliked because of him, Harold felt that he would be doomed millions of times.

With an awkward smile, he ingratiated, “I was... just kidding. Just kidding.”

At this moment, Harold would rather be beaten to death by Stanford instead of turning Ernest in.

Stanford creased his brow.

He said in a serious tone as if he was giving an order, “From now on, don’t call her in that way.”

“Sure. Sure. I’ll remember it, Mr. Fraser.”

With an ingratiating smile, Harold almost kissed his ass.

Stanford looked less annoyed.

Florence was standing aside, lost in thought.

In the past, Harold called her Mrs. Hawkins because of her engagement to Ernest, but now he said he was just kidding.

It turned out that even in the outsiders’ opinions, she had nothing to do with Ernest any longer.

Stanford didn’t like Harold at all. Hence, he didn’t look friendly to Harold. After drink a glass of liquid toasted by Harold, Stanford started to drive him away.