My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 803

Bonnie shook her head immediately. "No, I'm just worried about you."

If she hadn't come in time just now, Hector would have fallen down. He was seriously wounded. If he fell down, his injuries would aggravate.

"Are you worried about me or sympathizing with me?"

Hector wore a sarcastic expression, "do you also think I'm ridiculous? I followed Florence like a fool, but I didn't know that she already has a fiancé. I was fooled around, but dreamed to marry her every day."

More than once, he was sure that Florence liked him.

So every time he thought she refused him, he would take it as if she was shy or she was worried about him.

In fact, he had never been in her heart from beginning to end. He was just like a contemptible scoundrel. All of those were just his own wishful thinking.

Hector had never thought that his life could be so miserable.

Bonnie's eyes turned red and kept shaking her head.

She sobbed, "I don't think so. I'm really worried about you. I care about your health and I'm afraid that you will be hurt. I... really worry about you."

She seemed to speak out the deepest words in her heart.

After saying that, Bonnie was also stunned. With tears in her eyes, her face immediately turned red with shyness.

Hector was slightly stunned and looked at Bonnie in astonishment.

She said she worried about him?

At that moment, it was as if a current had rushed to the bottom of his heart, with a strange throb and panic.

No, No.

Women liked to mislead others. They were all liars. They said they cared, but in fact, they didn't care at all.

"I won't believe what women say anymore."

Hector gritted his teeth and said angrily, "you and Florence are the same. You lied to me all the time. Bonnie, don't show up in front of me anymore. I don't want to see you again."

After finishing his words, Hector strode past Bonnie.

His tall body was as cold as ice.

Bonnie's red face turned pale. She stood there stiffly, as if a gust of cold air had jumped from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, freezing her.

Cold, very cold.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart as if it was stabbed by an ice awl.

He said he would never see her again.

He would never see her again

He refused her before she could express her feelings to him.

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Stanford was a man of his word. When it was at night, he dragged Florence out of Ernest's room and let her go back to her room to sleep.

Looking at the haggard look of Ernest, Florence was reluctant to part with him, but she couldn't persuade her stubborn brother.

She was so depressed.

Being forced into the bed, she looked at the ceiling and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Ernest's pale face kept flashing back and forth in her mind. He was seriously injured and would hurt if he moved a little. If he was thirsty, it would be inconvenient for him to drink a glass of water.

He was hurt because of her. He was her man. How could she not be with him at this time?

Florence was really worried about him, so she quietly got up from the bed.

She and Ernest lived in the same small room, which was very close to the door.

Florence walked carefully to her door curtain and listened carefully for a while. She was sure that there was no one in Ernest's room.

Then she tiptoed out of the room and sneaked into Ernest's room in the dark.

There was no light in Ernest's room. But the cold moonlight made the room bright.

Florence saw Ernest lying on the bed at a glance.

Collin was asked to guard Ernest at night, but she didn’t see him.