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 there’s

deep voice; a hint of

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

a normal sentence, but

flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well

but he could remember such a small thing like which dessert

strawberry cake, Florence had no

didn’t take it, “I don’t

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

kept quiet for a moment and said

when she saw

more afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take

such things if

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

saw her dress was stained by the icing on the cake she

a lot of money. If the stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore. If so, she would be

she said politely to Gemma, “Then

your fiancée away for a while, don’t

it seemed to be a bit weird from

it came to Florence.

looked at Florence and

felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left

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

room and she was

you sit down first, I have tools that is specialize in removing stain from

sofa, Gemma went into the changing room

surprised to discover that the decoration style of

was the same; even the room decoration style was similar.

the dresser. On the albums were some

taken together from

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 away, apart from each other, as if they were forced by the adults to

between the two seemed to be much closer.