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

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

had

handful of salt was sprinkled on

head, tears welled up in her eyes. She reached out

have

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

to walk

“Come home

Home?

it was stung into Florence’s heart. She felt

struggled, unwilling to walk

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

and had lost her parents

by herself pitifully once again, having no

she suddenly disappeared or died, nobody

are not homeless,” Ernest

Fraser, listen to me. From

Florence was taken aback.

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 hear Ernest’s

said that from now on his home

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

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

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

towards his car with Florence in his

Florence didn’t

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

hand, and she felt

Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took this period of time to stay a bit longer for the time

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

--

for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back

had changed

the alarm clock rang

and turned off the alarm. Then she planned to sleep in

the quilt, she felt that she

a clean and nice scent

She widened her eyes immediately, only to see

today. Usually, he would always get up a few minutes earlier than

face, a touch of tenderness flashing through