My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 657

In a surprise, Florence suddenly had a horrible idea in her mind.

Did they stay up all night and waiting in the living room, hoping Ernest and she would come downstairs after having sex?

Florence subconsciously denied it.

It was half-past eleven in the morning.

Seeing that Florence was carried here by Ernest and her face was ruby, Phoebe felt worried for her.

She rushed over and asked anxiously, “Flory, are you all right?”

When she got closer, Florence saw Phoebe’s bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them.

It confirmed her wild guess just now. They truly hadn’t slept for a whole night, just waiting for her here.

Florence blushed, feeling a sense of guilt.

“I’m fine.”

She immediately shook her head. Then she patted Ernest on his shoulder and hinted. “Please put me down.”

Under so many gazes, she felt quite embarrassed.

Ernest pressed his think lips. Instead of putting her down immediately, he strode over to the sofa and put her down gently on it.

He said in a low voice, “Just sit there. You can’t stand up.”

Florence blushed again.

She dared not to stand up and walk on her own now. Her legs were weakened. Even if she stood up, she would walk quite strangely. Under so many people’s gazes, she didn’t want to make fun of herself at all.

Watching their interaction and looking at Florence’s embarrassed face, Phoebe became more confused and uneasy.

She roughly knew what had happened last night. However, it lasted a whole night and a whole morning, and Florence was carried downstairs. She was truly worried about Florence.

Phoebe followed them to the sofa, sitting next to Florence.

Pulling her hand, Phoebe whispered to ask, “Flory, can you hold on?”

Florence shook her head with a bushed face. Her eyes twinkled in shyness.

She whispered to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m completely fine.”

Phoebe was speechless.

Suddenly, she felt as if she watched them do PDA.

Right then, they heard a loud bang.

Ernest, who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his balance.

On his fair face, a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He was hit.

Feeling so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit him!”

As she spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled her to stop.

She whispered, “Florence, it’s the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it by themselves.”

Let them resolve it by themselves?

It would be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him all the time.

Florence wouldn’t allow it to happen at all.

She frowned deeply and wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and approach him fiercely.

He snapped fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just ignore my words?”

Ernest pressed his thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or any intention to retort.

He truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed to retort.