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.

she felt frightened and

he hadn’t left and it was such a loud fight in the

must have known that she had been kicked out of the Fraser

if another handful of salt was sprinkled on her

in her eyes. She reached out and was about

want to have

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

strode and forced Florence to walk

said firmly, “Come

Home?

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

struggled, unwilling to walk

said, “I don’t need your pity on

had lost

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

disappeared or died, nobody would know about it

not homeless,” Ernest retorted in a

“Florence Fraser, listen to me. From now on, my home is also

Florence was taken aback.

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

on

the

she felt so touched. “Ernest

is never your appreciation,”

his car with

Florence

in, it was the same as he reached out to save her life when she

her hand, and she felt quite grateful

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

going through this period, when she finally could weigh-off, she would look for an apartment to

--

the necessities for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back

things had

morning, the alarm clock rang at the

fumbled for her phone and turned off the alarm. Then she planned to sleep in

she just tucked herself into the quilt, she felt that she

clean and nice

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

up today. Usually, he would always

a touch of