My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1007: Take Care of Yourself

Florence blushed and tried to speak, but she couldn't make a sound.

It was too hard to suddenly change the way she called him. She was not ready yet.

Florence wanted to escape, but Ernes did not give her the chance.

His handsome face was getting closer and closer to her. The heat of his words was like hot vapor, burning her skin.

"Hmm?"

Ernest spoke softly, the rising tone at the end displaying expectancy and aggression.

It seemed that he would kiss her again as long as she was unwilling to speak.

Florence held her breath, her heart beating wildly.

Perhaps because she was too nervous, she suddenly felt a familiar heat. "Ugh-"

She covered her mouth and rushed to the trash can.

Ernest's face changed. He stood up, walked to Florence and patted her on the back gently.

She vomited again.

Every time she vomited, he looked as if he was facing a grave situation, which to him was torturous.

It took Florence a long time to recover.

Ernest poured water for her and handed her a tissue. He asked in a deep voice, "How do you feel? Do you want to call the doctor?"

"No, I'm better now after vomiting."

Florence shook her head. She didn't want to call the doctor on her wedding night.

She was a little embarrassed. "Am I getting better at spoiling atmosphere now?"

The good atmosphere just now was gone.

Ernest rubbed her hair lovingly, but his tone was extremely gentle.

"Your health is the most important. We can set up the atmosphere slowly in the future."

He became calm and did not worry about the wedding night at all.

Florence couldn't help smiling.

Then she thought of something and asked, Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"You've spent so much time looking after me every day. Are you able to deal with the things outside?"

Florence had found recently that in addition to moving the office to their residence, Ernest spent most of his time accompanying her other than doing anything else.

And on their wedding day, he even did not touch anything outside from morning to night.

It was all right during ordinary time, but now in the complicated situation, logically, Ernest should be most busy and could not spare any time.

"Timothy can handle it."

Ernest patted Florence on the back gently. "Now you are the most important for me."

Florence's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't say anything.

Timothy had been working for Ernest for many years. He was very capable. If Ernest handed over the business to him, he should be able to handle it.

…

The Fraser family was in big troubles.

Many hidden and important strongholds of the Fraser family in the world were attacked at the same time. The losses were hard to estimate, and the foundation of the Fraser family was severely damaged.

The whole of the Fraser family was shocked.

Even Alexander Fraser, who was recuperating in bed, was involved. He forced himself to deal with the emergency though he was still weak.

What was worse was that Theodore launched a large-scale attack at this time, taking advantage of the turbulence in the Fraser family to destroy them in an aggressive manner.

the Fraser family, which could have competed with Theodore, suddenly became tottering.

With a gloomy face, Stanford hurried back to his house and urgently called Phoebe down.

Phoebe was surprised to see him ready to go.

"Mr. Fraser, what's up?"

"Our family now is in trouble. I have to go to deal with it immediately. It won't be short before I can come back. I don't know how long it will take."

Phoebe looked at Stanford in surprise and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

It wouldn't be short?

It meant that she would not see Stanford for a long time.

Stanford continued, "It is not very good now in the family. When I'm away, you'd better stay at home. If there's anything, ask Collin to do it. I will ask him to take care of you and your safety."

Asking Collin to takes care of her?

Phoebe instantly felt a little bit confused...

But this was not the most important. She subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed Stanford by the arm, her face full of worry.

"Will it be dangerous for you?"

Stanford answered honestly, "Yes."

Phoebe's grip on Stanford suddenly tightened.

"No one can hurt me."

Stanford said subconsciously.

He was also shocked at his own words. It seemed that he had never said such comforting words.

Since when did he care so much about others' feelings and comfort them?

But he didn't have time to think about this. Looking at Phoebe gloomily, Stanford reminded her seriously.

"I will arrange for someone to protect you, but it may not be 100% safe at home. You have to be alert, understand?"

What worried Phoebe most now was Stanford's safety.

He had to be away for so long, and there was still danger.

Personally, she did not want to let him go. "Can you not go?"

"I'm the only one who can handle it."

Phoebe was in a low mood. She did not want Stanford to leave, but she knew rationally that she should not badger and hinder him at this time.

She had to be sensible.

"Then promise me that no matter how busy you are, you must call me before 12 o'clock every night and tell me that you are safe. Or if you really can't do it, a message is enough."

"No matter how busy you are, you still can spare some time to send messages."

Stanford promised without hesitation. "I will."

After that, he looked at his watch. "I have to go."

Phoebe's grip on Stanford tightened again.

Stanford looked at her resignedly and did not urge her.

"Be careful and come back early."

As she spoke uneasily, she suppressed the reluctance in her heart and slowly let go of Stanford's arm.

Stanford looked at her with a complicated look. There was a strange feeling flowing in his heart.

It seemed that for the first time, someone was looking forward to his return.

Looking at her, for the first time, he had a feeling that he didn't want to be away. He wanted to stay here and have her feel at ease.

But this time, it was urgent. He, rather than others, had to take the responsibility.

"I will come back as soon as possible."

After a pause, he added seriously, "I'll come back safe."

Phoebe grieved. She sent Stanford to the door and watched him get into the car until the end of the car was out of sight.

She still stared at the end of the road with her eyes wide open. She felt as if something had been weighing in her heart.

Perhaps it was because it was the first separation that she felt uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was the sixth sense that made her feel uneasy and worried about him...

"The car has been driving for hundreds of miles away. What are you looking at? Do you think you are able to see from a far distance?"

A man's teasing voice sounded not far away.

Collin in casual clothes walked over lazily with a playful smile on his face.

Compared with his ease, Phoebe was completely depressed.

She asked,

"Do you know what happened? What is Stanford going to do? What kind of danger will it be?"

Collin said, "You asked so many questions at once. Which one should I answer first?"

Phoebe was eager to know all the answers.

However, Collin was not an easy person to communicate with. In order to know some news from him, she scratched her hair and thought about it.

"Is it very dangerous for Mr. Fraser this time?"