My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence had no idea how she came out from the Fraser family’s house.

Her footsteps were like floating in the mid-air. She moved forward step by step as if there was only darkness waiting for her in front.

She was confused, didn’t know where she was heading to.

Indeed, she had lost her home. Now she had nowhere to go.

She once again became an orphan, a vagrant.

“Pak--”

Raindrops fell from the sky, one after another. As big as beans, she felt hurt when they smashed on her body.

It rained heavier and heavier in an instant. Soon it would become a downpour.

Florence was standing at the gate. Touching her face, she found it was wet but she didn’t know whether because of the tears or the rain.

Looking up at the sky and the rain lines, she felt quite desolate.

She was so miserable -- just now she became homeless, and now she became a drowned rat.

Florence felt quite a pain in her heart. She didn’t care about anything and was about to walk forward in the rain. After all, she was dumped. No matter if she was caught in the rain or got a fever, no one would care about her.

At this moment, a big black umbrella appeared on top of her head, immediately protecting her from the downpour.

She looked along the slender arm that was holding the umbrella handle, only to see Ernest’s extremely handsome face. He was staring at her deeply, and his good-looking brows were slightly creased, looking quite worried about her.

“No matter how sad you feel, you can’t walk in the rain.”

His voice was quite low and his tone was like giving a command.

As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm in her shoulder, giving her an embrace.

His tall and strong body was like a have to protect her from the store, blocking all the raindrops and wind for her.

Florence gaped at him. Feeling the warmth from his body, her frozen heart had a trace of warmth as well.

“Why are you here?”

Ernest walked outside with Florence in his arms. He answered, “I didn’t leave at all.”

He was waiting for her outside all the time.

He was in the small garden, and when Florence came out in a bad mood, she didn’t pay attention to him.

was surprised. Then she felt

left and it was such a loud fight in the house just

that she had been kicked out of

if another handful of salt was sprinkled on her wound, Florence felt

her head, tears welled up in her eyes. She reached

want to have

Ernest tightened his arms that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding her

Florence to walk towards his

“Come home with

Home?

a needle and it was stung into Florence’s heart. She felt an

unwilling

emotional tone, she said, “I don’t need your pity on me. I’m homeless

was kicked out and had

in this world all by herself pitifully once again, having no one to depend on

suddenly disappeared or died, nobody would know about it

not homeless,” Ernest

word full of determination, “Florence Fraser, listen to me. From now on, my home

Florence was taken aback.

hear the “pak” sounds. However, at this moment, it seemed that all those sounds had

on his home was

was floating in the mid-air fell back onto a

she felt so touched. “Ernest Hawkins, thank

your appreciation,” said

his car with

Florence

what, since Ernest was willing to take her in, it was the same as he reached out

she felt quite grateful

been staying in Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took

through this period, when she finally could weigh-off, she

--

there were all the necessities for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go

things had changed a

morning, the alarm clock rang at the same time as

off the alarm. Then she planned to sleep in for a few minutes

tucked herself into the quilt, she felt that she was rolling into a

clean and

She widened her eyes immediately, only to see

today. Usually, he

face, a touch of tenderness flashing