My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 479: Pussyfooting Around

Clarence was fussing inside but still trying to maintain a gentlemanly smile. He walked up to Florence and asked tentatively, “Do you want me to carry you?”

As soon as he spoke, he could feel the danger coming from the corner, and it was making him fluttering. Clarence’s body tightened up subconsciously, and he could feel the death threat.

Florence’s face changed, resisting him. Apart from Ernest, she didn’t want to let any man hug her. But now, nominally, she and Clarence had an ambiguous relationship, so it was natural for him to carry her too.

Florence was gloomy and shook her head, setting her padded feet upright, saying, “No need. I feel better now and I can walk on my own.”

After saying that, Florence walked past Clarence towards the front. Her steps weren’t fast, but they were steady.

Stanford narrowed his eyes and surveyed Florence’s back sharply. Why did he feel something wrong with her?

Clarence let out a sigh of relief and walked over to Stanford’s side, speaking casually, “Maybe she’s shy.”

With that, Clarence accelerated, covering his face and quickly catching up with Florence. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stanford froze for a moment. Only then did he remember that just now, Florence and Clarence were inside doing something filthy, and he had caught them red-handed on the spot.

After all, Florence was a girl and would be shy easily. It was natural for her to feel embarrassed for letting Clarence carry her now.

Stanford shook his head helplessly. There was already a hickey on her. What else was there to be embarrassed about? Girls were just so pretentious.

Thinking of it, Stanford then kept up with them. Florence walked in the front, but God knew how much she didn’t want to leave.

Just before turning around the corner, she involuntarily looked towards the garden corner again, hoping to see a bit of him, but she was afraid to see him exposed.

It was just that after such a big event today, and with Clarence as a variable, she felt uneasy inside. She had so much to say to Ernest, wanting to ask him what he was planning to do next. But now that she had been driven away, there was no chance at all.

After sending Stanford away, would Ernest still be here, waiting for her? Florence was anxious, panicked, and feeling uneasy. The only way now was to get rid of Stanford quickly.

With an idea in her mind, Florence walked faster and took Clarence to the living room. She then proactively searched for the medical bag.

Stanford nodded, seeing Florence’s action. In the end, Florence still had Clarence in her heart. Although she was squirming and shy, she was so active in treating his injuries. Stanford relaxed and took a seat on another sofa.

Florence walked over with the medical kit, placed it in front of Clarence, and opened it. She said, “All the medicines are here. You can use them.”

Clarence curled his lips, “Ahem. I can’t.”

Since he was young, he was from a wealthy family, having so many people to serve him, and there were even professionals to treat him for just a tiny cut. He had never done it himself. And he didn’t

even know exactly what effects those medicines in front of him had.

Florence was stunned, feeling surprised as she didn’t expect this. After all, Ernest had a clear understanding of wound dressing.

Seeing Florence’s look of surprise, Clarence felt embarrassed. He pursed his lips and said firmly, “You help me then.”

Florence was speechless, as she didn’t know much about it too. She felt sorry for Clarence, looking at his face getting swollen. After all, Clarence was beaten because of her.

“Ahem, how about I get you a doctor over here…”

Before Florence could finish her words, Stanford couldn’t stand it any longer and said in a deep voice, “I’ll do it.”

He narrowed his eyes, gazing sharply at Florence and Clarence. The two of them looked weird as if they were awkward and distant. And it was very different from the way they behaved back then. What was going on with them?

Florence was delighted knowing that Stanford knew how to use those medicines, which would solve Clarence’s problem. So she could leave now.

Would Ernest still be there if she went back to the garden now?

Florence immediately gave way to Stanford, “Here you go.”

However, Clarence was stiffened, feeling reluctant. Not to mention that Stanford inflicted this injury, he was such a big guy, and he might ruin Clarence’s face if Stanford was to apply the medicine for Clarence. He wouldn’t want this to happen.

Clarence immediately reached out, grabbing Florence’s arm tightly, and pulled her to his side. With a serious face, he said to Stanford, “Let Florence do it. No need to bother Mr. Fraser!”

“I can’t…”

Florence wanted to refuse Clarence, but Clarence pulled her to sit beside him before she could pull away from him.

Clarence then casually took a bottle of medicine and shoved it in Florence’s hand.

“Florence, I know you care about me a lot, can’t bear to lay your hands on me while seeing my injuries. But we just can’t trouble others with everything. I won’t hurt too much with you helping me.”

Clarence looked at Florence tenderly. However, his hand was squeezing Florence’s hand hard, threatening her.

Florence’s wrist was in pain, and she felt resisting too. She knew nothing about wound dressing, and she would just make a mess. And she still wanted to go to Ernest. Could Clarence not take up her time?

When Florence wanted to refuse, Clarence suddenly leaned his body forward, moving closer to her. He said in a shallow voice, “Flory, would you still not care if this was Ernest who got hurt? We look the same, but you treat us so differently. I’m so heartbroken. If I’m in a bad mood, my acting would be bad too. Until then if someone notices something wrong with us…”

Clarence looked innocent, but what he said was indeed threatening.

Florence curled her lips. This bastard would even use such despicable tricks to make her dress his wound.

Wouldn’t he afraid of being disfigured by her?

Florence still had to maintain a gentle smile, although she was despising him inside. Only after a long moment did she grit her teeth and say, “Fine, I’ll do it for you.”

Only then did Clarence smile in satisfaction, letting go of Florence’s hand, and he sat to the side gracefully. He said softly, “Take it easy.”

Florence was speechless for him having so much request. She gritted her teeth and looked in the direction of the garden with great reluctance. She was feeling anxious and irritated.

This would delay her again. Not sure if Ernest would still be waiting for her or not.

As she thought in her mind, Florence opened the medicine in her hand, dipped a cotton swab into it, and was about to rub it on Clarence’s face.

Stanford looked puzzled and spoke in a deep voice, “Flory, are you sure you want to use that to rub it on him?”