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

hint of concern was hidden in his

forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a

was a normal sentence, but it made

could she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that

person, but he could remember such a small thing like which

at the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence had no

“I don’t want

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

for a moment and said in a deep voice, “Are you

felt particularly uncomfortable when she

afraid that if Florence nodded, Ernest would

definitely do such things if

and looked at Florence dress, she smiled and said, “Flory, your dress is stained, would you

saw her dress was stained by the icing on the cake

the stain was there for too

think much about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then please take me to

your fiancée away for a

was only asking a question, it seemed to be a bit weird from

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

looked at Florence

complicated, and she felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left

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

tools that is specialize in removing stain from clothes. I’ll go get it

the sofa, Gemma went into the changing

decoration style

style was the same; even the room decoration style was similar. They really were childhood friends who

photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums were some

together from their

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

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

the last two photos, the relationship between the two seemed to be