My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 617: Our Agreement

When one was saddest, crying out would let him or her vent the emotion and get comforted.

Holding Florence in return, Phoebe couldn’t help but burst into laughter, as the softest spot in her heart was poked and she failed to hold her tears back any longer.

She was crying miserably and hard.

The sadness that she had suppressed that almost ruined her faded away a bit along with her tears.

Florence patted her gently on the back, feeling extremely sorry for her.

If she could have known that Phoebe would be hurt so seriously after coming here and suffered so much, Florence wouldn’t introduce her to Stanford back then.

“Phoebe, I know you are sad. We can try our best to avoid meeting him. When we found Clarence, I’ll go back to City N with you, OK?” said Florence in a soft tone.

When suffering from the disappointment in love, Phoebe still had to meet the man who broke her heart so frequently, which would be the most painful. In that case, it would be quite difficult for Phoebe to forget about this love.

She must leave here and let the time cure her.

Florence could tell how much Phoebe was suffering. She didn’t want to continue bringing her together with Stanford. All she wanted was that Phoebe could be happier and suffer less.

Phoebe put her chin on Florence’s shoulder. Her eyes were reddish because of her cry.

With tearful eyes, she hummed between sobs.

She must leave.

Although she would feel the emptiness in her heart and suffer, she was eager to escape from here, hiding from that man.

Florence said gently, “Phoebe, be strong. After crying, you still need to smile. You must be happy and change back to the worry-free and brave Phoebe who dared to love, hate, and make a fuss.”

It was what Phoebe was.

Phoebe bit her lips, looking quite disappointed and depressed.

Brave?

She didn’t have any courage right now because she failed in love. She had never expected that one day she would meet someone that she loved to the core and changed all her principles.

“I’m just suffering from the disappointment in love and I can’t let go of it so far. After a few days, I’ll return to who I used to be,” said Phoebe between sobs, gritting her teeth.

She said that to Florence as well as for herself.

Florence kept her promise. In the following days, she decided to accompany Phoebe. They didn’t go for meals in the dining room again. Instead, the maid would deliver them to their room.

Florence and Phoebe had meals together.

Surprisingly, Ernest didn’t object. He kept having meals in the dining room alone.

Stanford was there as well.

Florence couldn’t imagine the scene at all - two men, who couldn’t get along with each other, had meals at the same table with each other.

She wondered if the dining room was fulfilled with the deadly silence or dangers with the gunpowder smell.

Probably they would be discussing something?

Florence didn’t know but she was kind of curious. However, she held back her curiosity and didn’t peep at them.

After all, they both were always highly alert. She was afraid that she would be found before she could overhear or see something.

As long as Ernest could return safe and sound after each meal, Florence convinced herself to take it easy.

Hence, three days passed within a blink.

Stanford also planned the schedule - they were flying to the Turner’s today.

Florence took care of Ernest every day. She knew that his wounds were not completely cured, but as long as he didn’t do any strenuous exercise, it was OK for him to take a jet.

However...

Florence frowned at Ernest, feeling uneasy.

“The Turner family still wants to abrogate your inheritance and they sent out a lot of people to catch you everywhere. If you go back now, would it be quite dangerous for you?”

If it would be way too dangerous and they didn’t have any confidence to win, she wanted Ernest to stay here.

As for Benjamin, Florence thought about it. If Ernest wouldn’t show up in person to achieve the best result, disclosing his crime to the whole Turner family could also ruin Benjamin.

Seeing how much Florence worried about him, Ernest curled up his lips into a delightful smile. He lowered his head and pecked on her forehead.

“Florence, you should learn to trust your boyfriend.”

Florence felt the heat on her forehead as if it was burned by the flames.

She blushed, glaring at him, feeling annoyed.

She was talking to him seriously, but he acted way too casually. Look what he did and said!

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Ernest smiled more deeply. Reaching out, he wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

The two young bodies clung to each other intimately.

Both hearts hammered.

Ernest bent down his head and approached Florence’s ear.

He whispered as if each syllable was like a feather sweeping through her ear, “After the problem is resolved in the Turner family, I’ll also recover.”

Hence...

“Florence, you should get ready,” he continued.

Florence couldn’t quite understand what he meant, wondering what preparation she should make.

However, Ernest didn’t need to explain it exactly, and Florence blushed all over her body.

They agreed that after Ernest had recovered, he would make love to her.

She didn’t object.

However, when the day would truly come soon, Florence felt so hot all over her body. She was quite uneasy, the blush making her look as if a cooked pawn.

When they first met, it was on the bed and they had done something intimate.

At that time, she wasn’t sobered and they didn’t know each other at all. With different relationships and under different circumstances, they would absolutely feel differently.

Florence even couldn’t recall a lot of details. Only a general image remained in her mind.

If they were going to make love again, it must bring them a completely new experience...

As soon as Florence thought about it, her heart hammered.

Feeling shy and annoyed, she pushed him away. She lowered her head and mumbled, “I was asking you whether you would be in danger. You can answer me properly. Why did you talk nonsense? I’ll pack up our belongings. Talk to you later.”

After that, without looking at Ernest, Florence rushed into the cloakroom in a hurry.

Ernest looked at the closing door of the cloakroom, curling up his lips into a happy and doting smile.

He looked forward to being with Florence alone after the matter of the Turner family was resolved.

By then, he would never let her push him away and escape.

However, he must make sure that he was still completely healthy after the Turner family’s matter was done.

If his body was truly harmed by Benjamin’s drug, Florence and he...

Ernest thought of that, his eyes becoming terrifically deep.

…

Since Stanford had informed Ernest that they would set up, with a group of men, they directly flew to the Turner’s.

The members of the Turner family surrounded the aircraft park, “welcoming” them enthusiastically.

Theodore, leading partial elders of the Turner family, stood next to the aircraft park, waiting for the jet to land.

Behind them and around the aircraft park stood groups of bodyguards in black. All of them were tall, strong with muscles, fully armed.

Pretty maids were also standing in four lines holding flowers and ribbons smiling sincerely.

On their thighs were tied with daggers and pistols.

On the surface, it was the most enthusiastic welcome ceremony. In secret, they were highly alert and fully armed.

This was a dangerous welcome ceremony behind the smiling faces.