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

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

have known that she had been kicked out of the Fraser

another handful of salt was

welled up in her eyes. She reached out

to have a walk

action, Ernest tightened his arms that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder,

strode and forced Florence to walk towards

firmly, “Come home

Home?

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

struggled, unwilling to walk

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

had lost her parents

pitifully once again, having no one to

future, when she suddenly disappeared or died, nobody would know about it and nobody

not homeless,” Ernest retorted in a deep

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

Florence was taken aback.

the ground and the umbrella, and she could hear the “pak” sounds. However, at this moment,

now on his home was also

the mid-air fell back onto a firm

him, she felt so

know all I want is never your appreciation,” said Ernest

his car with Florence in his

Florence

the same as he reached out to save

and she felt quite

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

weigh-off, she would look for

--

villa, there were all the necessities for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back

had changed a

the alarm clock rang at the same

off the alarm. Then she

into the quilt, she felt

she smelt a clean and

eyes immediately, only to

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

Florence’s dizzy face, a touch of tenderness flashing