My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 659: PDA

It turned out that the more important matter was to carry Florence back to her room.

Stanford’s mouth corners twitched fiercely. He looked at Ernest in anger. However, he couldn’t find any words to retort Ernest.

He couldn’t stop Ernest from sending Florence back.

However, watching Ernest do PDA so openly, Stanford felt quite annoyed.

On the other side, Ernest didn’t care what was in Stanford’s mind at all. He carried Florence in his arms and was about to leave.

“Wait a minute,” said Florence.

She reached out and her fair and tender hand fell on Ernest’s collar. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Frowning, she carefully tidied up his collar that was messed up by Stanford.

Ernest was always a neat freak. He had never allowed his appearance to be so messy. However, he endured it for her today.

Florence felt sorry for him. Hence, she carefully tidied his clothes up.

While watching them, others just felt that they were so fed up with the PDA.

Stanford didn’t want to watch them at all. With a darkened face, he directly turned around and left.

“Collin, let’s go first.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Collin was enjoying watching the love birds. However, suddenly he was cued, so he could only follow Stanford to leave reluctantly.

Florence paused her action to tidy up Ernest’s collar. She raised her head and looked at Stanford extremely seriously.

She said, “Stanford, in the future, you are not allowed to hit Ernest at random!”

Stanford had hit Ernest several times.

Clarence was also innocently be hurt before.

This time, Stanford directly threw a punch on Ernest’s face. Looking at the red print and the faint bloodstain on his mouth corners, Florence felt so sorry for him.

Stanford paused and rubbed his temples.

He just hit Ernest so gently, but his sister wanted to get even with him.

She was so protective of her beloved man.

With a darkened face, Stanford said, “Okay, I won’t hit him at random. If he would do something bad to you, I’ll hit him seriously.”

After finishing speaking fiercely, Stanford strode out of the living room.

Florence was speechless.

Her mouth corners twitched. Stanford still implied that as long as he was pissed off by Ernest, he would still hit Ernest.

She wondered why her brother couldn’t resolve the problem in a more civilized way.

Florence inwardly bitched about Stanford.

Looking at her angry face, Ernest smiled dotingly.

He said in a gentle tone, “No worries. I don’t think there would be any matter that would make your brother hit me in the future.”

Stanford hit him before for protecting his sister and because he didn’t want them to be together. However, from now on, Ernest would become Florence’s official boyfriend. So their positions and relationship would be different.

Besides, Ernest was confident that he wouldn’t let Florence be wronged.

Florence looked at his careless face, having an indescribable feeling in her heart. She understood that he had tolerated a lot of things for her.

Stoking his face with the red print, she whispered, “No matter in what circumstance and no matter who hit you, you must doge.”

She didn’t want him to stand there while being hit.

It would hurt a lot.

Ernest nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t doge while Stanford was hitting him because he deserved it. After all, he had sex with Stanford’s sister.

Exchange the punch with Florence seemed to be worthy to Ernest.

Standing aside, Phoebe watched their interaction. She held her arms and rubbed fiercely the goosebumps on them.

She complained, “I haven’t had breakfast yet, but I’m so fed up with your PDA. I can’t stand it any longer. Let’s roll!”

As she spoke, she dragged Clarence to go out.

She looked so disdained and disgusted.

Florence’s mouth corners twitched. She immediately blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She didn’t mean to do it.

She looked back at Ernest. He was pretty and not influenced by other’s disdain at all.

His eyes were always occupied by Florence.

Florence pressed her face in his arms shyly, feeling so sweet as if her heart was soaking in the honey jar.

How wonderful it would be if they could be together like this.

Phoebe strode pretty fast. Shortly after, she dragged Clarence out of the living room.

Outside the main house, there was no one else except the bodyguards on patrol far away from here.

Since there was no one else around, Clarence couldn’t hold on to his disguise on his face anymore. He looked disappointed and released Phoebe’s hand.

With a depressed look, he walked out of the yard while feeling upset.

Gazing at his receding figure, Phoebe heaved a sigh. She felt so sorry for him.

Just now, she took the chance to drag Clarence through kidding with Florence. After all, for Clarence right now, the sweet interactions between Florence and Ernest would definitely be made him more upset and heartbroken.

Phoebe couldn’t imagine how painful she would feel if one day she would have to watch Stanford and another woman do PDA like that.

Even if she had realized that Stanford was the untouchable crush for her, she still couldn’t tolerate it.

“When shall we go back to City N, Clarence?”

Phoebe suppressed the sadness in her heart, following Clarence to leave.

Clarence’s eyes slightly twinkled. After hesitating for a few seconds, he answered, “Let me recover for a few more days. My wounds are still aching, not suitable for a long flight.”

Phoebe looked at Clarence in confusion, wondering if he wanted to stay longer only for recovery.

Last night, he intentionally bumped into the bodyguards without caring about his wounds at all.

She heaved a sigh.

She knew that Clarence wanted to watch Florence and others get ready and depart.

Only after Florence was gone would he be reluctant to leave.

Probably at that time, he would be relieved and give up.

This kind of feeling for the secret crush without being able to obtain made Phoebe moved, feeling some empathy.

Her crush for Stanford was the same.

She dared not to love him, and nor dare her to get closer to him. She kept enough distance from him. She didn’t go back to City N immediately because she also wanted to watch them get ready and depart safely.

After he was gone, she would leave as well.

It was just the last farewell to him.

When thinking about the departure, Phoebe felt as if her heart was pinched by a ruthless big hand, which was squeezing it fiercely as if it would crush it completely.

Following Clarence, Phoebe said in an extremely light tone, “I’ll wait for you to recover and go back with you together.”

Ernest sent Florence back to her room and settled her down. Then he left reluctantly.

Before leaving, he also reminded her to have a good rest and not to run around.

Florence felt as if she were a child, just like Ernest’s daughter.

After Ernest had vanished from her sigh, Florence was still smiling happily, gazing in the direction of her bedroom door obsessively.

“Oops, are you still immersed in your love? How about I take you to their meeting room so you can see Ernest?”

She heard a tease from the door.

Florence suddenly returned to her senses, only to find Phoebe who was entering with a playful smile.

Florence instantly blushed.

However, she had an idea -- she wouldn’t disturb Ernest when they were talking business. She wondered if she could watch him aside.