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.”

you drop the cake

spoke in a deep voice; a hint of concern

forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed

normal sentence, but it

could she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest

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

exquisite strawberry cake,

“I don’t want to eat

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

a moment and said in a deep voice, “Are you

she

that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take Florence and leave

do such

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

was stained by the icing on

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

about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then

fiancée away for a while, don’t

was only asking a question, it seemed to

Florence. It

at Florence and nodded,

and she felt extremely awkward. Hence,

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

Florence to her room and she was very friendly

have tools that is specialize in removing stain from clothes. I’ll go get

sofa, Gemma went into the changing room to searching for

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

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

on the dresser. On the albums were some group photos, all of

was pictures taken together

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

to him, it was when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far

photos, the relationship between the two seemed to be much