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 there’s

hint of concern was hidden in his

walked forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small

but it made

she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well aware of Florence’s

mighty person, but he could remember such

at the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence had no appetite at

“I don’t

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

a moment and said

felt particularly uncomfortable when she saw Ernest treating Florence

Florence nodded, Ernest would take

definitely do such

your dress is

her dress was stained by

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

politely to Gemma, “Then please take me to the bathroom

fiancée away for

was only asking a question, it seemed

Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend was flirting

looked at Florence and

was feeling complicated, and she felt extremely

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

room and she was

specialize in removing stain from clothes. I’ll go

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

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

style was similar. They really were childhood friends who

On the albums

pictures taken together from

had been good-looking since he was a child. In the photos, he still looked stern and expressionless when he was

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

seemed to be much closer. Ernest was