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

fight in the house just

must have known that she had been kicked out

handful of salt was sprinkled on

up in her eyes. She reached out and was about to push

want to have

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

to walk towards

firmly, “Come home with

Home?

a needle and it was stung into Florence’s

struggled, unwilling to walk

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

and had lost

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

suddenly disappeared or died, nobody would

are not homeless,” Ernest retorted in a deep

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

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 had disappeared. In the whole world, she could only

said that from now on his home

in the mid-air

at him, she felt so touched. “Ernest

is never your appreciation,” said Ernest in

his car with Florence in his

Florence

it was the same as

hand, and she

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

weigh-off, she would look for an apartment

--

Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back to the

things had changed a

rang at the same

closing her eyes, Florence fumbled for her phone and turned off the

herself into the quilt, she

a clean and nice scent of

only to see Ernest who was lying

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

a touch of tenderness flashing