My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 777

Bonnie was scared and her face was deathly pale. She kept panting after trotting.

She didn't have time to calm down and said in a hurry, "Marchese, Marchese, he... He actually gathered more than half of the senior officials to support him and openly confronted the judge. He is going to rebel. I'm afraid that Raflad will have a great change. "

"Duke Hector asked me to come back. He told you to be careful and not to go out these days."

Florence was so surprised to hear what Bonnie said that she almost couldn't think straight.

Rebel?

She thought that with such bad public opinion, they could almost destroy Stanley, but she didn't expect that he dared to rebel!

This man was so powerful in Raflad that even the judge dared not to kill him.

Then the next step was a political change.

There might even be a war.

Florence had never experienced such a big thing. Her hands and feet were cold in panic. She couldn't imagine what would happen next.

Could they stabilize the situation?

How many innocent people would die because of it?

War was the most fearful and resistant thing for her.

"It's just a political change. There won't be a war."

Ernest held Florence's hand tightly.

She felt the warmth in the man's palm, as if it had magic, dispelling the coldness on the tip of her finger.

Florence looked sideways and saw the handsome face of Ernest, as calm as usual.

He was not surprised at all that Stanley intended to rebel.

Florence was stunned and suddenly thought of something.

She stared at Ernest and asked, "Have you already guessed it?"

Ernest pressed her lips and nodded.

Florence was stunned. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ernest touched her hair and said helplessly, "I'm afraid you'll be afraid."

If he had told Florence in advance that Stanley would be forced to rebel, she would have been worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep for several days.

Florence looked at Ernest blankly. His wisdom and control were beyond words.

How could he expect such a big thing in advance?

What else could Ernest not expect?

"But I'm still afraid now."

Florence frowned. She didn't know it until now. She was just afraid of being late for two days.

She asked, "Ernest, since you've already guessed, do you still have a plan? Do you have any way to deal with Stanley? "

The more she said, the lower Florence's voice became.

This was a political change. With half of the power of Raflad in Stanley's hand, it meant half of a country.

No matter how powerful Ernest was, he had no power or influence here. How could he deal with half of the country with bare hands?

Maybe they could help Hector solve this matter secretly.

However, the process was very dangerous and bloody.

"Florence, I suddenly find that you are looking down upon me now."

Ernest stared at Florence with displeasure.

Men didn't like to be looked down upon, nor did they like to be looked down upon by their women. It was related to their dignity.

Florence hurriedly shook her head and said, "no, absolutely not. You have always been the strongest and most powerful person in my heart!"

She was effusive in her praise.

Looking at the sly Florence, Ernest rubbed her hair with his big hand.

Florence wanted to step back, "what are you doing?"

She was so nervous that her heart was in her throat. Why did Ernest still want to play with her?

She was not in a good mood at all.

However, Ernest suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Florence, who was about to retreat. He bent a little and leaned his thin lips against her ear.

"Woman, you have to pay for belittling your man."

His voice was low and bewitching. "Wherever your man is, he is always powerful by himself, not by power or subordinates."

Hearing this, Florence was stunned.

Looking at the confident look on Ernest's face, her heart, which was in her mouth, suddenly calmed down.

She agreed very much that Ernest had always relied on himself to be powerful. Even if he was alone, he could still force the powerful Marchese to rebel.

Now that he had foreseen the current situation, Ernest would definitely have a solution.

Florence's mood eased a lot. She held Ernest's arms and asked him, blinking her eyes. "What are you going to do next?"

If he needed her help, she would go all out.

As if he had seen through Florence's mind, he said in a low voice, "I do need your help."

Florence's eyes lit up. "What do you need me for?"

"As expected, Stanley will come to you soon. His target is you. What you need to do is to stand behind me and protect yourself no matter what happens. "

After a pause, Ernest said in a particularly serious tone, "don't get hurt."

Florence widened her eyes in surprise. "Stanley is coming?"

Thinking of the devil man who had almost raped her, Florence couldn't help but tighten her body, feeling great resistance and disgust.

She was a little nervous and scared.

When she thought of him, she would involuntarily think of the feeling of being raped by him. If she saw him, she would probably want to stab him to death.

Feeling Florence's nervousness and fear, Ernest's eyes darkened and the aura around her lowered a little.

Stanley must have done something unforgivable to make Florence so scared.

Damn it.

The killing intent surged in his chest, but Ernest looked gentle. He put his arm around Florence's shoulder and pressed her into his arms.

He said softly, "he can't do anything to you. I'm here with you."

With him, she was the safest.

The surging fear in Florence's heart faded a lot in an instant as if she had been comforted.

She leaned against his chest and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'm not afraid."

As long as he was there, she would be safe, so she was not afraid.

She also wanted to help him. She couldn't shrink back like an encumbrance.

Florence clenched her fists and encouraged herself.

Bonnie, who was standing next to them, heard what the two of them had said. Knowing that Stanley was coming, she was subconsciously afraid. But at this moment, what made her more concerned was-

Was it really appropriate for Ernest and Florence to hold each other like this?

The intimate posture was not like that of an ordinary brother and sister, but like a loving couple.

'Are brother and sister so close outside?'