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 felt

it was such a loud fight in the

had been kicked out

salt was sprinkled on her wound, Florence

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

to have a walk

arms that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder,

to walk towards his car parked

“Come

Home?

stung into Florence’s heart. She

unwilling

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

had

had to live in this world all by herself pitifully once

died, nobody would know about it and nobody

not homeless,” Ernest retorted

deeply at Florence, he said each word full of determination, “Florence Fraser,

Florence was taken aback.

the “pak” sounds. However, at this

on his home

that was floating in the mid-air

felt so touched. “Ernest

your

walked towards his car with Florence in

time, Florence didn’t resist

willing to take her in, it was the same as he reached out to

took her hand, and she felt

she had been staying in Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took this period of time to stay a bit longer for

could weigh-off, she would

--

were all the necessities for Florence. Except that she couldn’t go back to the Fraser family anymore, nothing had

had changed a

clock rang at the same time

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

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

smelt a clean and nice scent of

her eyes immediately, only to see Ernest

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

a touch of tenderness flashing