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 nothing

hint of concern

forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to Florence,

but

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

could remember such a small thing like which dessert Florence

exquisite strawberry cake,

didn’t take it, “I don’t

straight at Florence, feeling that there was something wrong

and said

when she saw Ernest

if Florence nodded, Ernest would

do such things if he wanted

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

saw her dress was stained

there for too long,

politely to Gemma, “Then please take me

fiancée away for a while, don’t

seemed to be

Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend

looked at Florence and nodded,

complicated, and she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left immediately without

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

and she was very

have tools that is specialize in removing stain from

went into the changing

she was surprised to discover that the decoration

room decoration style was similar. They really were

several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums were some group photos,

was pictures taken together

been good-looking since he was a child. In the photos, he

looked uneasy and stood far away, apart

the last two photos, the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer. Ernest was still expressionless, but Gemma was smiling and