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.”

drop the cake if there’s

voice; a hint of concern was hidden

fair and slender fingers were holding a

sentence, but

what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well

but he could remember such a small thing

cake, Florence had no appetite

it, “I don’t want

something wrong with her, but he couldn’t tell

said in a deep

uncomfortable when she saw Ernest

afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take Florence

would definitely do such things

she smiled and said, “Flory, your dress is stained, would

her dress was stained by the icing on the cake she

a lot of money. If the stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore. If so, she

politely to Gemma, “Then please take me

away for a

she was only asking a question, it seemed to be a bit

to Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend

looked at Florence and nodded,

feeling complicated, and she felt extremely awkward.

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

brought Florence to her room and she was very

is specialize in removing stain from clothes.

Gemma went into the changing room to searching for the

the decoration style of Gemma’s room was

style was

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

taken together from their childhood to

photos,

just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other, as if they

seemed to be much closer. Ernest was