My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Not wanting to look any further, she withdrew her eyes from the two men and walked to the dessert area, choosing a random dessert to eat.

As the saying goes, what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve for.

She had an idle moment choosing the dessert when she heard two women not far away discussing in a low voice.

“Mr. Hawkins and Miss Marlon really look good together.”

“Of course, they grew up together as childhood sweethearts and were a loving couple that everyone envies. Unfortunately, they have to separate now.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you a secret, you don’t tell others, okay? It is said that, Mrs. Hawkins tried to separate the both of them…”

As she heard this, Florence’s hand shook and the cupcake fell to the ground.

She was stunned as if her heart was hit hard by something.

She never understood why Ernest wanted to fake the engagement with her. Now, she seemed to have understood everything, it was all because of Gemma Marlon…

She looked at the two people dancing in the centre of the ballroom. The two looked well matched, the handsome and the beauty. She realized Ernest’s feelings towards her were obviously different.

Gemma turned out to be the person that Ernest liked.

Now that the real owner was back, she, the impostor, should leave, shouldn’t she?

“What’s wrong?”

Ernest had walked to Florence’s side before she could realize. He saw the cupcake on the floor and then he looked at her dazed look. He was a bit worried.

Gemma came along with him, with her eyes staring straight at Florence.

Just now, the dance was going on smoothly, but when Ernest saw Florence dropped the cake, he immediately stopped the dance.

Florence came back to her senses and saw Ernest standing by her side. Then, she saw Gemma too, standing not far away from them. She subconsciously took a step back.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

you drop the cake if

voice; a hint

were holding a small cake.

was a normal sentence, but it made Gemma extremely

a perspicacious person. How could she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that

he could remember such a small thing like which dessert

strawberry cake,

didn’t take it, “I

at Florence, feeling that there was something wrong with her, but he couldn’t tell what

quiet for a moment and said in a deep voice, “Are

she saw Ernest treating Florence

that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take

do such things if he

“Flory, your dress is stained, would you like to come with me to the room and clean

stained by the icing

money. If the stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore. If so, she would be in

didn’t think much about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then please take

away

was only asking a question, it seemed to be

weirder when it came to Florence.

Florence

and she felt extremely awkward. Hence,

she left, he frowned slightly. This woman didn’t even look at him when she left, as if she was deliberately

Florence to her room and she was

sit down first, I have tools that is specialize in removing

Gemma went into the changing room to searching

the decoration

manor style was the same; even the room decoration style was similar. They really were childhood friends who

saw several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the

taken together from their

photos, he still looked stern and expressionless when he was

they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and

older, especially in the last two photos, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer. Ernest was still expressionless, but Gemma was smiling and