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.”

drop the cake if

deep voice; a hint of concern was hidden in his stern

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

was a normal sentence, but it made

the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well aware

and mighty person, but he could remember such

strawberry cake, Florence had

didn’t take it, “I don’t want to eat

there was something wrong with her, but he couldn’t tell what it

for a moment and said in a

particularly uncomfortable when she saw Ernest treating Florence so

that if Florence nodded,

such things if

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

was stained by the icing on the cake

for too

it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then please take me to the bathroom

away for a while, don’t

seemed to be a bit weird

came to Florence. It

looked at Florence and

feeling complicated, and she felt extremely awkward.

back as she left, he frowned slightly. This woman didn’t even look

brought Florence to her room and she

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

down on the sofa, Gemma went into the changing

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

style was similar. They really were childhood friends who grew up

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

pictures taken together from

good-looking since he was a child. In the photos, he still looked stern

was when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other, as

two seemed to be