My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

countless women had tried on it, but Florence was the only one who could hold it.
She had shown the beauty of the dress to the extreme.
Only then did they know that Florence's beauty was top-notch. She could be as lovely as a fairy, and could be as elegant as a
queen.
Bonnie covered her mouth and mumbled in disbelief.
"How could the humble girl be so pretty? Her temperament is even better than that of a princess."
She always thought that the princess was the most beautiful woman in Raflad, and no one could compete with the princess.
But now, for the first time, Bonnie was wavering.
When Florence wore the dress, she was nervous. She was afraid that she could not handle the dress.
Now the people's reaction made her feel relieved.
She stepped on her high heels to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked at herself.
Her temperament had changed in an instant and she was aggressive like a queen.
She could not help wondering that she could look like this.
As she was lost in thought, a tall figure suddenly appeared in her behind and kept close to her.
Florence was startled by the strange smell of the man and immediately dodged, but the man's hand pressed on her shoulder and
pinned her to the spot.
Florence could not move. The man's approach made her very nervous.
She said in a flustered tone, "Hey, what are you doing? Stay away from me!"
The man looked straight at Florence through the mirror, and raised an evil smile.
"Flory, call me Hector from now on."
He spoke so suggestively that he was like her husband.

Florence's scalp was tingling.
She wasn't interested in knowing his name at all. She just wanted to draw a clear line with him when she saw Ernest.
"I know," she said impatiently. "Let go of me. Don't get so close."
"You have to get used to it."
Instead of retreating, Hector Bradley put his hands around Florence's neck and held her in his arms.
In the mirror, they looked as intimate as a couple.
With his face resting on Florence's shoulder, he whispered, "We're getting married tonight."
Florence almost freaked out. Her face turned dark, and she almost cursed him.
"My brother might not agree. We are not in a relationship until my brother agreed."
"I'm sure he'll agree."
Hector was so decisive. He looked through the mirror and stared at Florence straight. His gaze was like X ray light, trying to see
through her.
"You dressed so well just to be with me. Since you like me so much, Raflad will definitely agree to our marriage."
So, her brother had to agree.
Florence was speechless by what he said. It had nothing to do with him for her to dress so beautifully.
She was just trying to beat the princess who kept pestering Ernest.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. Don't be happy before my brother agrees."
Florence spoke word by word hatefully, resisting the urge to throw Hector out. "It's time to go now," reminded Florence.
Hector held round Florence's shoulders, reluctant to let go.
He had never had women around him, nor had he much interest in them, for at Raflad, women were just tools of procreation and
service.

As for feelings, who would have feelings for tools?
He had always been so proud of himself that for years, he had not been interested in any woman, let alone to be so intimate to
women.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that it felt so good to hug a woman.
It aroused his most primitive impulse that he wanted to hold her and take her to bed.
Hector looked at Florence more and more deeply and aggressively.
Florence froze and she became vigilant.
He was not trying to do something to her with everyone watching, was he?
She was not clear about the rules and customs of the country. With Hector's noble identity, it was very likely that no one dared to
stop him even if he wanted to do something.
Florence felt so sad that she didn't even have a place to cry.
Florence felt her scalp numb and without thinking much, she suddenly bowed her head and bit Hector's arm.
"Hiss! It hurts!"
Out of pain, Hector immediately let go of Florence.
He covered his arms and glared at Florence gloomily, "Are you a dog?"
After being freed, Florence hurriedly walked a few meters away with her skirt, keeping a safe distance with Hector.
She said with a serious face, "Before the marriage, you and I have no nominal relationship. If you dare to touch me again, I'll bite
you."
Then Florence showed her white teeth and ground them.
Hector suddenly felt a little more pain on his arm.
"You're not a dog, you're a hedgehog," he said. "You dare to attack me twice in a day."

She kicked his dick the first time she saw him, then she bit his arm.
She didn't act like a lady at all.
Hector had never been treated like this before. What a huge disgrace and shame! But he loved her all the more.
Florence didn't bother to pay any attention to him. She kept her skirt up and walked casually toward outside.
She had changed. She was going to see Ernest.
She couldn't wait to get rid of the brainless Duke Hector.
However, the staff and Bonnie were surprised to see Florence walked out safe and sound. Their eyes were widened and looked
at Duke Hector, who didn't punish Florence at all.
It was so strange.
It was the first time they had ever seen a woman biting Duke Hector.
Such a thing would never happen in their country, and if it did, the woman would be beaten to death by the man on the spot.
But Florence...
She was fiercer than Duke Hector, and walked out as if nothing had happened to her!
How did Florence have the guts to be so arrogant and domineering?
But Duke Hector wasn't angry at all. On his handsome face, there was a big smile, and he seemed to enjoy it.
What happened to Duke Hector?
Every woman's fixed idea of Duke Hector began to wobble.