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, “…”

rendered

and was willing to have a chat with them over a cup of tea

had gone all the way in

It would be just in time

he did not have any slight intention to discuss

meal? Harold’s temperament had never changed throughout all these years as he was still as provocative as ever and always asking for troubles. The more he was forced to leave, the more he would be dead set on staying by stopping at nothing to achieve

after hearing Harold’s suggestion as they did not matter to him at

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Florence was up the whole time as the only reason that she had lied about her feeling unwell was because she had

of time due to the minor injury on her leg, and even if

to protest against his overwhelming conduct, but it was to

the past few days as she had never even set foot on the ground to

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 of Ernest

she

bed while scrolling her phone when

he had seen through the fact that she had not gotten any sleep ever since he had left

with a guilt-stricken look, “Have

they want to stay

meant that they would be able to witness her being carried by Ernest if she were to have dinner with

of mortification instantly swept over her even if it was just at

fatigue, looking as if all her energy had been sapped away from her, “Ouch! My head is still hurting, and I don’t think

get some sleep, a hand

bed and stared at her with a faint smile on his face, “Are you

he mean by

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

so no matter how

exert so much

her slightly and close his eyes to her acting seeing that she was a girl and was

she just simply let go of the blanket and lied down

her perverse behavior without a single hint of impatience

gotten used to him unwittingly after

the bed as he coaxed her, “Go to sleep now.

eyes were flung open all of a sudden upon hearing his decision, and she put on a mirthless smile while staring at him,

take their leave willingly after they had finished