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.”

the cake if there’s nothing

deep voice; a hint of concern

his fair and slender fingers were holding a

but

word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest was well aware of Florence’s tastes

was such a high-positioned and mighty person, but he could

strawberry cake, Florence had no

“I don’t want to

that there was something wrong with her,

kept quiet for a moment and said in a deep voice,

when she

more afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would take

such

at Florence dress, she smiled and said, “Flory, your dress is stained, would you like to come with me to the room and clean

dress was stained by the icing on the

the stain was there for too long, it

to Gemma, “Then please take me to the bathroom

away for a while, don’t you

was only asking a question, it seemed to be a

it came to Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend was flirting

Florence and nodded, “Go

she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left immediately without

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

and

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

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

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

room decoration style was similar. They really

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

taken together from their childhood to

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

were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and

two seemed to be