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 if

a deep voice; a hint of concern

holding a small cake. He handed it

normal sentence, but

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

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

exquisite strawberry cake, Florence

didn’t take it, “I don’t want

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

and said in a deep voice, “Are you

she

nodded, Ernest

do such things

said, “Flory, your dress is

stained by the icing on the cake she

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

much about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then please take me to the bathroom and deal with

your fiancée away for a while, don’t

seemed to be a bit

weirder when it came to Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend was flirting with her

Florence and nodded,

she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left immediately

didn’t even look

Florence to her room and

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

on the sofa, Gemma went into the

the room and she was surprised to discover that the decoration

room decoration style was similar. They really were childhood

looking around and she saw several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums were some group photos, all of them were

was pictures taken together from

the photos, he still looked stern

when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away,

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