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.

surprised. Then she felt

the house just now, she was worried that he had already

had been kicked

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

head, tears welled up in her eyes. She

to have a walk

that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding her

strode and forced Florence to walk towards his car parked

“Come home

Home?

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

struggled, unwilling to walk

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

was kicked out and had

pitifully once

died,

Ernest retorted in a deep

at Florence, he said each word full of determination, “Florence Fraser, listen to me. From now

Florence was taken aback.

at this moment, it seemed that all

that from now on his home

homeless heart that was floating in the mid-air fell back onto a firm

up at him, she felt

I want is never your appreciation,” said Ernest in a

car

time, Florence didn’t

same as he reached out to save her life when she fell into the

and she felt quite grateful

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

period, when she finally could weigh-off, she would look

--

that she couldn’t go back to the Fraser

had

morning, the alarm clock rang at the

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

the quilt, she felt that she was rolling

clean and nice scent

eyes immediately, only to see Ernest who was lying

wondering why he hadn’t got up today. Usually, he would always get up a few minutes earlier than

looked at Florence’s dizzy face, a