My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 766

She suddenly looked back, but there was a palace behind her. There were layers of magnificent palaces, and she did not see anyone.

"What's wrong?"

Ernest looked at her with concern and asked in a low voice.

Florence shook her head, "no, nothing."

She looked suspiciously and turned her head. Maybe she was too nervous because she had been hurt too much these days.

Ernest pursed his thin lips and looked coldly at a high platform.

The killing intent rose and fell in an instant.

Then, he secretly restrained his emotions, turned around, and silently walked beside Florence.

Hiding behind the window quickly, Samantha inexplicably felt a burst of cold sweat.

Although she was not found, she felt a strong sense of danger.

Would Ernest be wary of her?

No.

What she had done was so secret that she didn't do everything by herself. Even if it was found to be a deliberate assassination, those people didn't dare to reveal her.

She wouldn't expose herself. She wouldn't.

Before they arrived at Andrew's house, Ernest told a bodyguard something and he left alone.

Florence asked in confusion, "what are you doing?"

With a mysterious smile on her face, Ernest said, "you'll know later."

Now that she knew it later, it might not be a big deal. Florence didn't take it seriously.

After a few days' hard work, they were all exhausted. They didn't take a shower or have a good rest.

When they arrived at home, Ernest dismissed them and asked them to go back to take a shower and have a rest.

But he also told them to go to the hall together in the evening.

Maybe Ernest had something to tell her.

After all, he had to deal with Marchese in the future, which was troublesome and dangerous.

Florence took a comfortable shower and lay on the bed, feeling completely relaxed.

It felt so good to go home.

No, this was not her home. It was just a temporary safe and comfortable place to rest.

She would be back to her own home soon. There was Stanford, her parents, and she was completely at ease and safe there.

Here... She couldn't completely relax. Even in this yard, there was a woman who couldn't afford to be instigated to harm her all the time.

Even if she was lying on the bed, Florence had to keep vigilant.

Since the woman had attacked him once, she had already wanted to kill him. It was possible for her to do it a second or three times.

If Florence stayed here, she had to be on guard all the time. She couldn't drink even a glass of water.

Such a situation gave her a headache.

Florence was wondering how to solve this problem when the door curtain was opened from the outside.

Ernest walked in.

His voice was magnetic and gentle. "What are you thinking about?"

Florence shook her head subconsciously and said, "nothing. You've changed your clothes. I don't want to get up yet."

After taking a shower, Florence put on her pajamas and lay on the bed.

Then she looked at Ernest, who had changed into a new black suit. He looked energetic and handsome.

In contrast, Florence held the quilt tighter.

She hadn't been in love with the quilt for two days. Could she choose to have dinner in bed?

She was still worried about how she would deal with the woman if she continued to hurt her. However, she didn't expect that Ernest had given her a new ending.

As expected, the woman would come to no good end today.

The woman knelt down in a proper way, enduring the pain on her knees. Although Andrew asked her to kneel in the hall as soon as she came back, she didn't say anything, and she probably knew why.

However, he had nothing to fear. He should just kneel down as a punishment.

But when she saw Florence and Ernest, she was a little flustered.

She glared at Florence and questioned, "what are you doing here?"

Even though she knelt on the ground awkwardly, the woman's hostility towards her did not decrease at all.

It was not Florence's fault to offend the woman so ruthlessly.

But in her deep-rooted slave concept, she could not tolerate any positive and equal thoughts from the outside world. As long as a woman had the right to decide, she would be regarded as a thorn in the flesh.

Florence looked into the woman's eyes and felt cold in her heart. She didn't show any mercy to her incurable medicine.

Pursing her lips, she didn't say anything. Following Ernest, she went straight to a chair and sat down.

When the woman saw Florence sitting in the hall and watching her kneel down as a punishment, she felt even more resentful.

She said to Andrew with chagrin, "Andrew, I will accept whatever punishment you want. But how can you let Florence come here to watch? How can you insult me like this?"

After tidying up, Bonnie also came to the hall.

As soon as she walked to the door, she heard the woman's words. The dignity and contempt in her tone made Bonnie freeze in place.

She looked at her mother sadly, with indescribable depression in her heart.

In such a situation, his mother still didn't have the slightest sense of repentance, but still kept against and contemptuous of Florence.

She knew that everything she had done had been known by Ernest. Could she bear the upcoming anger?

Bonnie couldn't bear to look down, but she couldn't leave as if her feet were rooted.