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.”

you drop the cake if there’s

spoke in a deep voice; a hint of concern was hidden

forward; his fair and slender fingers were holding a small cake. He handed it to Florence, “Here, it’s

normal sentence, but it made Gemma

was a perspicacious person. How could she not understand what the word’strawberry flavour’ meant? It

a high-positioned and mighty person, but he could remember such a small thing

at the exquisite strawberry cake, Florence

it, “I don’t want to eat

at Florence, feeling that there was something

for a moment and said

when she

nodded, Ernest would take

would definitely do such things if he

smiled and said, “Flory, your dress is stained, would you like to come with me to the

down and saw her dress was stained by the icing

If the stain was there for too long, it may not come off anymore. If so, she would be

Gemma, “Then

fiancée away for a

it seemed to be a bit weird

to Florence. It

Florence and nodded, “Go

heart was feeling complicated, and she felt extremely awkward. Hence,

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

room and she was very friendly along

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

Gemma went into the changing room to searching

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

style was similar. They really were childhood

several photo albums being placed on the dresser. On the albums

taken together from their childhood to

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

when they were just a few years old. They looked uneasy and stood far away, apart from each other, as if they were forced by the adults to take photos

seemed to be much closer. Ernest was still expressionless, but Gemma was smiling and holding his