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

she had been kicked out of

of salt was sprinkled on her wound,

tears welled up in her eyes. She reached out and was

want to have a

around Florence’s shoulder, holding her

strode and forced Florence to walk towards his car parked

said firmly, “Come home

Home?

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

struggled, unwilling to walk

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

kicked out and had lost her

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

died, nobody would know about it and

homeless,” Ernest retorted

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

Florence was taken aback.

However, at this moment, it seemed that all

said that from now on his

heart that was floating in the mid-air fell back

up at him, she felt so touched. “Ernest Hawkins,

is never your appreciation,” said

his car with

Florence didn’t resist

same as he reached

took her hand, and she felt

villa. Hence, she took this period of

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

--

all the necessities for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back to the Fraser family anymore,

had

clock rang at

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

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

smelt a clean and nice scent

suddenly stiffed. She widened her eyes immediately, only to

today. Usually, he would always get up a few

dizzy face, a touch of tenderness