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

deep voice; a hint of concern was hidden

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

sentence, but it made

what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It meant that Ernest

he could remember such a small thing like

the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence had no appetite at

take it, “I don’t want to eat

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

a moment and said

felt particularly uncomfortable when she

was more afraid that if Florence nodded,

do such things if he

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

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

didn’t think much about it, she said politely to Gemma, “Then

take your fiancée away for a while, don’t you

she was only asking a question, it seemed to be a

seemed even weirder when it came to Florence. It seemed like an ex-girlfriend

looked at Florence

felt extremely

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

to her room and she was

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

Gemma went into the changing room to searching for

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

style was the same; even the room decoration style was

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

pictures taken together from their

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

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

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