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

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

slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to Florence,

but it made Gemma

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

could remember such a small thing like which

cake,

take it, “I

Florence, feeling that there was something wrong with

a moment and said in a

she saw

if Florence nodded, Ernest would take Florence

definitely do such

dress is stained, would you like to

dress was stained by the icing

stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore. If

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

away for a

asking a question, it seemed to be

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

at Florence

felt extremely awkward. Hence, she left immediately without

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

brought Florence to her room and

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

Florence sat down on the sofa, Gemma went into the

decoration style of Gemma’s room was almost the same as that

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

and she saw several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums were

together from their

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

and stood far away, apart from each other, as if they

two seemed