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

in the

had been kicked out of the

as if another handful of salt was sprinkled on

in her eyes. She reached out and

to have a walk

that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding her more

forced Florence to walk towards

said firmly, “Come home with

Home?

word was like a needle and it was stung into Florence’s heart.

unwilling to

an emotional tone, she said, “I don’t need your pity on

had lost

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

future, when she suddenly disappeared or died, nobody would know

homeless,” Ernest retorted in a

of determination, “Florence Fraser, listen to me. From now on,

Florence was taken aback.

dropped on the ground and the umbrella, and she could hear the “pak” sounds. However, at this moment, it seemed that all those sounds

that from now on his home

that was floating in the mid-air

felt so touched. “Ernest Hawkins,

never your appreciation,” said Ernest in

he walked towards his car with Florence in

Florence didn’t

Ernest was willing to take her in, it was the same

hand, and she felt quite grateful to

past few days, she had been staying in Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took this period of time

weigh-off, she would look for

--

she couldn’t go

things had

clock rang at the same

eyes, Florence fumbled for her phone and turned off the alarm. Then she

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

smelt a clean and nice scent of a

stiffed. She widened her eyes immediately, only to see Ernest who

startled, wondering why he hadn’t got up today. Usually, he

at Florence’s dizzy face, a touch of tenderness