My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 693

“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.

Fortunately, it would end pretty soon. After a few days, he could take her away from this country.

Besides, he needed to grasp the chance to get the herb. He wouldn’t be here most of the time. Florence’s ankle was injured, so the wheelchair would make it more convenient for her.

After Florence sat down, Ernest naturally stood behind the wheelchair, pushing her forward.

The woman and Bonnie gaped again.

In their worlds, men were gods that they needed to worship. They needed to serve the men all their lives. Usually, they would do everything for men, and the men wouldn’t do anything for them.

However, Ernest, a superior man, was willing to push the wheelchair for Florence, which was a cheap and humble trifle.

The woman couldn’t keep calm any longer. She rushed over.

“Mr. Hawkins, please let me do it.”

“Not necessary,” Ernest refused immediately. Dodging from the woman’s reached hands, he pushed Florence out of the room.

The wheels rolled, getting farther and farther.

The woman was standing motionlessly, gritting her teeth while watching their receding figures.

She cursed in angry, “What a temptress!”

Bonnie’s eyes were deep, twinkling with love.

She couldn’t help but say, “I envy her so much...”

“Pak!”

She got a slap across her face. Palm print appeared on her fair cheek.

The woman looked at her fiercely and screamed abuse at her, “Don’t forget our family rules! Do you want to become that kind of fragile bitch?”