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.”

the

spoke in a deep voice; a hint of concern was hidden

walked forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small

normal sentence, but it

flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was

but he could remember such a small thing like which

exquisite strawberry cake, Florence

didn’t take it, “I don’t

something wrong with her, but he couldn’t tell what

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

when she saw Ernest treating Florence so

afraid that if Florence nodded,

would definitely do such things if he

looked at Florence dress, she smiled and said, “Flory, your dress is stained, would you like to come with me to the room

saw her dress was stained by the icing on the cake

of money. If the stain was there for too long, it may not

it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then please take me to the bathroom

fiancée away

she was only asking a question, it seemed to be

these words seemed even weirder when it came to Florence. It seemed

Florence and nodded,

complicated, and she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she

her back as she left, he frowned slightly. This woman didn’t even look at him

brought Florence to her room and

sit down first, I have tools that is specialize in

went into the

surprised to discover that the decoration style of Gemma’s room

even the room decoration style was similar. They really were childhood friends who grew up

on the dresser. On the albums were some group photos, all of

together from their

since he was a child. In the photos, he still

was when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other,

the last two photos, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer.