My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Although Florence already had some mental preparations before, she still felt greatly uncomfortable as if something had stuck in her chest. Her tone of voice was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. “Say it, I’ll help if I can.” Gemma put down her coffee. She suddenly extended her hands and gripped Florence’s hand. Her eyes were brimmed with pleading and sincerity.

“I hope you could marry Ernest and be my surrogate.” Florence froze and she looked at Gemma in disbelief. She wanted her to marry Ernest and be her surrogate? She ruined her marriage and she even wanted her to give birth to a child that did not belong to her? Who do they think she is? Florence tossed her hands away with a gloomy look. “Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Flory, I’m sorry, I know it’s very abrupt to say this, but Ernest and I are out of ways. You’re his fiancée and the best candidate of marrying him, plus, I only trust you.” Gemma stared at her with a pitiful look and every word she said sounded sincere and tragic. Yet her words sounded sarcastic and embarrassing in Florence’s ears.

“Go find someone else.” Without saying anything further, she stood up, took her purse and headed out. She even tossed down the cash to pay the bill when she reached the exit. “Flory, I beg you, please help us,” Gemma said with a sorrowful tone, trying to make her stay, yet she was watching Florence left expressionlessly and there was even a smile of victory on her face. Besides her, no one was eligible to marry Ernest.

Florence was burning with rage yet there was inexplicable disappointment. It turned out in Ernest’s heart, she was a good-like existence for sale. Yet she was a human, a living human with flesh and emotions. Her phone rang when she was in the middle of rage. The call was from Ernest. Florence took a glimpse and did not pick it up. Her phone then continued to ring and she had never realized the ringing of her phone was that annoying.

She hung it up straight away. Her phone no longer rang. As Florence thought Ernest finally gave up contacting her, a message was sent to her phone. “Come and feed the cat.” Florence felt amused and sad at the same time when she looked at the message. Did he really treat her as the cat’s guardian now? Since Gemma had returned, let her feed it. Florence did not reply the message and she tossed her phone to the side.

Half an hour later, an unwelcomed guest came to Florence’s house. Melissa hurriedly rushed into Florence’s room and dragged her up from the bed. “Flory, get up, Ernest has sent Mr. Reid to come pick you up. Hurry up and pack your things and go down.”

to go, yet when she faced Melissa, she did not dare to express that she and Ernest did not get along

affection. “Good boy, I’ll make you some food now.” Florence rubbed its head with love and headed into the house while carrying

had gotten into the wrong place when she saw the brand new cozy furnishings before her. With a soft click, the lights in the villa were all put off the next moment. Countless candles were lighted up everywhere

the strong fragrance

the romantic candlelight, Ernest was wearing a formal suit.

if she was the only one that existed in his eyes. His deep eyes looked like a black hole that seemed to suck in one’s soul. Florence looked at him in a daze

and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hawkins, looks like I’ve come here at a bad timing, I’ll leave now.” After finished, she turned and was ready to leave. From her understanding, Ernest would only prepare such romantic

look flashed across Ernest’s face and he held her back. He spoke with a deep and sexy voice, “Come with me.” His big hand was strong and powerful, and he dragged her to the back without giving her

was forced to follow him and she had a mixed feeling when she watched his lofty back while stepping on the flowers scattered all over the ground. She did not want to experience the romance between

around. His lofty figure blocked in front of her and also her line of sight. He stared straight at her with profound eyes. “Florence,