My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Stanley's smile on the corner of his mouth sank, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and he looked at Florence with malice.
Had it not been for Florence's appeasement, Hector would have hit him now.
This damn woman ruined his plan.
Now the things in his hand were only enough to give him the upper hand and make trouble for Hector. It's not enough to step on
him.
Hector cared about Florence's mood, so he held Florence, turned and walked towards the road outside.
Florence didn't want to stay here for a moment. Even if she was weak, she tried to move forward at the fastest speed.
Stanley, she won't forget today's humiliation and injury.
Hector looked at Florence with deep eyes and thought of the scene he saw when he came. Looking at Florence's frightened
face, he was full of unbearable heartache.
He hugged her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will soon make Stanley pay the price and disappear from the
world."
Florence had probably heard some stories about Hector. His current status was solidified by himself, so he was not a simple
man.
He was not mentally retarded, at least politically.
Although she didn't know how noble the identity and status of Marchese would be and how difficult to deal with him, she thought
that Hector should be able to deal with him.
Florence didn't think any more.
At the same time, she also felt the lasting irritability and hostility of Hector.
It seemed that as long as he sent her home, he will immediately return and kill Stanley a hundred times with his hands again.
If he did it, then he was really an impulsive and brainless man.

Florence decided to divert his attention just in case, so she said, "Didn't you go back and guard the cactus? Why you suddenly
appear there? "
Hector froze and looked a little unnatural.
He pursed his lips without answering.
Florence was suspicious and asked, "what's going on?"
Hector's anger turned into guilty when he met the woman's questioned eyes.
He turned his eyes and said in a low voice, "I... I didn't go back. I've been following you."
Florence was speechless.
"I'm not following you. I'm just afraid you'll get lost. I followed far away and didn't peek at you. I'm not a pervert. "
Florence was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
Unexpectedly, the man who turned around and left quickly at that time had always followed her behind. It was precisely because
he followed secretly that she was not violated by that madman.
Florence pursed her lips for a while and said, "Thank you today, Hector. You're a good man."
Although she was still helpless for Hector, Florence's feeling for him had completely changed. She no longer resisted and hated
him at all.
On the contrary, she was telling the truth. In fact, he was a very good person.
Hector's face suddenly collapsed and was very unhappy.
"Good man? I know if you want to refuse a man's pursuit, you will say he is good man. I don't want it. "
Florence was speechless.
Hector continued, "You even say that if men are not bad, women would not love him. Florence, you remember clearly that I'm a
bad man. If anyone offends me and doesn't go my way, he will die. "
The corners of her mouth twisted and she was speechless. He's really not a good man in the traditional sense.

"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a man's cold scolding voice came from the front.
The familiar voice made Florence tremble.
She suddenly looked forward and saw Ernest's familiar figure.
There was some sweat on his forehead. At the moment, his face was full of anger, his eyes stared at them, and his whole body
was full of a terrible aura.
He was walking towards her with big stride.
Florence felt the danger of dying.
Why was Ernest so angry?
She wondered for two seconds before she noticed that she was scared and weak. Hector helped her along the way.
This posture made the two people look more like hugging closely.
And she was wearing Hector's coat.
Florence suddenly felt numb and wanted to die. The fact was not what he saw!
"Ernest, listen to me..."
She quickly broke free from Hector's arms and jumped at Ernest.
Ernest stretched out his hand and took her in his arms. His face was very dark and ugly. He raised his hand to pull off her coat.
He never liked her touching other men's things, let alone wearing a coat.
Florence was shocked. There was only one underwear left in her dress. If she took off her coat, it would be exposed again.
She hurriedly grabbed Ernest's hand and her little face turned pale.
"I can't take it off."
Ernest's anger suddenly became more serious.

He stared at her coldly, word by word, and was dangerous, "do you like to wear his coat?"
She disappeared most of the day. He looked for her for a long time, but he learned that she and Hector had come to the Royal
Botanic Garden.
He almost ran all the way to find her, but he saw Florence and Hector coming close to each other, talking and laughing like a
couple.
At that moment, Ernest seemed to be struck by thunder.
Anger preceded reason and rushed to the top of the head.
Fortunately, Florence knew to rush into his arms, and his anger was suppressed a little, but she wanted to continue wearing
Hector's clothes!
Had she fallen in love with Hector since he hadn't seen her for half a day?!
If anger can kill people, Ernest has now cut Hector to pieces.
Feeling Ernest's strong anger, Florence's heart shrank and was a little flustered.
She quickly explained,
"I don’t..."
"She doesn’t wear clothes. She can't take it off now."
Florence's words were not finished, but Hector actively continued.
However, he just said the result, it was easy to cause misunderstanding.
Florence was suddenly in a bad mood. She looked up and saw Ernest's face. He was sullen in an instant.
His finger fell on her collar, pulled it a little, and his eyes looked inside her along the collar.
Although he can't see it clearly, he knew she didn’t wear clothes.
Ernest's anger rose to its peak in an instant.

"Asshole!"
With a low curse, his tall body jerked forward, raised his fist and hit Hector.
Hector didn't have any defense at all. He got a punch and stepped back several steps uncontrollably.
His face was hurt and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
He looked at Ernest in horror and was completely puzzled, "brother, why did you hit me?"
"Damn you!"
Ernest strode forward and greeted him with another punch.