My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The result that Gemma had gotten in return from professing her love for Ernest was no different from those women whom had done the same to him.

She was outright rejected by him, and he had even estranged himself from her due to her feelings for him. In the end, she could no longer stay by his side anymore.

Her life during that period of alienation was a living hell for her as she thought that she had lost him completely.

It was not until that time when she had accidentally gotten into an accident to save Ernest that things had changed for her.

She was barely at death’s door from that terrible accident, but it was also a blessing in disguise as her pitiful condition had roused a sting of guilty conscience in Ernest. He had taken her as his little sister after that accident, and his promise to look after and protect her for the rest of her life had given her hope.

To be able to stay by his side once again albeit as his little sister this time had not affected her as she had always believed that there would not be any other women around him ever again due to his aloof and cold-hearted demeanor. She would be the one and only woman whom got to stay beside him despite only being his friend and little sister.

She would be fully contented as long as she could be the only woman by his side.

However, Florence had popped up all of a sudden beside him when Gemma had returned from her treatment overseas. Moreover, she could not stand Ernest’s overflowing and fervent love for Florence, and it had made her green with envy and driven her mad.

It was only after witnessing this side of him that she realized his cold-heartedness and distant manner that he had portrayed before this was because he had not met Florence yet.

While Gemma was still lost in her thought, Ernest’s speculative gaze had set on her at that moment, “Why are you here?”

His flat voice was tranquil but impassive and exuded apathy at the same time.

Gemma hurriedly pulled herself back to the present and explained, “I’ve heard that Florence is injured, so I’m swinging by to pay her a visit, but all of them have decided to not wait for me.”

She even gave Harold and the guys a dirty look while complaining about them ditching her and coming by themselves.

Harold instantly defended himself from her accusation, “That’s because you are not coming from the same direction as us, Missy.”

It turned out that Harold was the one whom had given away the news that Florence was hurt.

Ernest cast a frosty glance towards him in an unnoticed manner after grasping that realization, and Harold could immediately sense a gust of icy wind that had blown out of nowhere nipping at him, making him feel chilly to the bone as anxiety started to seep into him.

Harold gave out an awkward laugh, “It’s not easy for us to be gathered together, so let’s all take a seat and have some chinwag to strengthen our friendship…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ernest had cut in on him abruptly with his impassive voice which exuded unfeelingness and hardheartedness, “Get out from here as soon as Florence has woken up.”

Harold was stunned by his unsympathetic tone, “…”

were rendered speechless as

presence and was willing to have a chat with them over a cup of tea turned out to be Florence

indeed had gone all the

it’s almost dinner time now. It would be just in time for Florence to have dinner after she has woken up. Let’s all stay back and have

tone that was natural yet decisive, and he did

of dismay while thinking to himself: How would he, the young master of the Hammer family, stay just because he had wanted a meal? Harold’s temperament had never changed throughout all these years as he was still as provocative as ever and always

matter to him

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reason that she had lied about her feeling unwell was because she had desperately wanted

period of time due to the minor injury on her leg, and even if it was just merely going to the bathroom, she was not allowed by him

tried to protest against his overwhelming conduct, but it was to no

few days as she

still able to endure it when Charlotte was the only one at home as there were only a few people around, but now that a bunch of adult males including Harold whom loved to tease her the most had dropped in, she could not fathom how long she would be made fun of when the sight

so she had decided to not

bed while scrolling her phone when

he had seen through the fact that she had

asked anxiously with a guilt-stricken look, “Have

want to

fluster as it had meant that they would be able to witness her being carried by Ernest if she were to

wave of mortification instantly swept over her even if

the bed with fatigue, looking as if all her energy had been sapped away from her, “Ouch! My head is still hurting, and I don’t think I have much appetite for now, so I’ll just skip dinner tonight. It’s better if I

to pretend to get some sleep, a hand suddenly materialized out

stood by the bed and stared at her with a faint smile on

mean by

countered, “I have no idea what you’re saying right now. My head is hurting,

arms to try to yank the blanket away from him, but Ernest was tugging at it, so no matter how hard she had dragged and pulled with all her might,

exert so much

and close his eyes to her acting seeing that

of exasperation, and in the end, she just simply let

lips as he watched her perverse behavior without a single hint of impatience displaying on

shy in front of him, she had somehow gotten

the bed as he coaxed her, “Go to sleep now. We’ll eat after you

open all of a sudden upon hearing his decision, and she put on a mirthless smile while staring at him, “There’s no need to wait for me. You guys

take their leave