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 if

voice; a hint of concern was hidden in

fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to

sentence, but it made

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

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

the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence had no appetite

it, “I

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

quiet for a moment and said in a

when she

more afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would

would definitely do such things if he wanted

and said, “Flory, your dress is

dress was stained

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

think much about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then

away for a while, don’t

asking a question, it seemed to

seemed even weirder when it came to Florence. It

Florence and

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

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

brought Florence to her room and she was very friendly along

sit down first, I have tools that is specialize in

the sofa, Gemma went into the changing room to

that the decoration style

same; even the room decoration style was similar. They really were

saw several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums were some group photos, all of them were pictures

together from their

he was a child. In the photos, he still looked stern and expressionless

a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart

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