My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 785

Looking at the smile on Florence's face, Ernest pursed his lips and didn't ask whether she was telling the truth.

He said, "maybe."

Florence knew what he was thinking. After taking the key, she turned around and went to the Royal Botanic Garden to get the medicine. Then she left quickly.

Now that she was ready to leave, he didn't have to do anything more.

Only in this way could she avoid more troubles.

He also didn't want Florence to meet Hector anymore.

By this time, Hector's wound had been treated, and the efficacy of the anesthetic had gradually faded away. He was lying on the bed, enduring the increasingly painful taste.

But his eyes were shining and hot. He stared expectantly at the position of the curtain.

He anxiously waited for the curtain to open and Florence came in.

Finally, when he was about to see through, the door curtain was opened from the outside.

“Florence…”

He was stunned as soon as he shouted happily.

He was surprised to see Bonnie come in and then looked behind her, but he didn't see the girl he liked.

Why didn't Florence come?

Looking at Hector's expectant eyes, Bonnie felt a little uneasy and said in a low voice, "Well, Florence... She went out with Mr. Hawkins."

"What?"

Hector sat up excitedly, and the wound instantly pulled open, making him twitch in pain.

But he didn't care. He asked anxiously, "why did she go out? Where did she go? How long did she come back?"

Bonnie shook her head and replied, "I don't know."

Hector's face darkened and he was depressed.

He stayed to heal his wounds in order to enhance his relationship with Florence alone. He didn't expect that Ernest would take Florence out!

That's too much!

'My brother-in-law is so annoying!’

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In the innermost, deepest and darkest prison of the court.

At this moment, Stanley was sitting awkwardly on the cold and wet ground, with the bracelets and ankles locked.

He was dirty all over, and he had been whipped and stained with blood. He had suffered a lot.

His eyes were red and filled with overwhelming hatred.

It never occurred to him that he would fall into the hands of Ernest after so many years of preparation.

He was like an ant being played between his palms.

He was not reconciled.

He hated him.

Even if he died, he would never let Ernest go so easily.

The high-heeled shoes could be heard clearly in the wet and dark prison.

As the voice approached, Samantha's tall figure stopped in front of the cage that was closing Stanley.