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.”

did you drop the cake

voice; a hint of

he walked forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to Florence,

normal sentence, but it made

could she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well aware of Florence’s tastes and

high-positioned and mighty person, but he could remember such a small thing like which dessert

exquisite strawberry cake, Florence

didn’t take it, “I don’t

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

and said in a deep voice, “Are

when she saw Ernest treating

more afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take Florence

definitely do such things if

and said, “Flory, your dress

her dress was stained by the icing on the cake she

the stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore.

politely to Gemma, “Then please

fiancée away for a while, don’t you

seemed to be a bit weird from

weirder when it came to Florence. It

looked at Florence

feeling complicated, and she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left

woman didn’t

to her room and she was very friendly

specialize in removing stain from clothes. I’ll

Gemma went into the changing room to searching for the

simply observed the room and she was surprised to discover that the decoration

style was the same; even the room decoration style

albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums

was pictures taken together from their childhood to

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

years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other, as if they were forced by

as they grew 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