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 cake

a hint of concern was hidden in his

were holding a small cake. He handed it to Florence,

a normal sentence, but it made Gemma extremely

not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant

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

the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence

take it, “I don’t want to eat

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

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

when she saw

Florence nodded, Ernest

do such things if he

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

dress was stained by the icing on the cake she

too long, it may not come off anymore. If so, she would be

Gemma, “Then please take

take your fiancée away

question, it seemed to be a bit

words seemed even weirder when it came to Florence. It

looked at Florence and nodded, “Go

complicated, and she felt extremely

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

and she was

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

Gemma went into the changing room to searching for

decoration style of Gemma’s room was almost the same as that of Ernest’s

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

the dresser. On the albums were some group photos, all of them were pictures of Gemma

taken together

good-looking since he was a child. In the photos, he still looked stern and

it was when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other, as if they were forced by the adults to take photos

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