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 if

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

and slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to

normal sentence, but it made

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

he could remember such a small thing like

the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence had

“I don’t want to eat

at Florence, feeling that there was something wrong with her, but

a moment and said

felt particularly uncomfortable when she saw Ernest

that if Florence nodded,

definitely do such things if

said, “Flory, your dress is

her dress was stained by the

the stain was there for too long, it may

politely to Gemma, “Then please take

fiancée away

only asking a question, it seemed to be a bit

it came to Florence. It seemed

at Florence and nodded,

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

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

room and she was

first, I have tools that is specialize in removing stain from clothes. I’ll

down on the sofa, Gemma went into the changing room to searching for the

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

same; even the room decoration style was

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

together from their childhood

a child. In the photos, he

stood next to him, 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

last two photos, the relationship between the two seemed