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

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

he must have known that she had

if another handful of salt was sprinkled on her wound, Florence felt

in her eyes. She reached out and was about to

want to have a

Ernest tightened his arms that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding her more tightly to prevent her

Florence to walk towards his car parked

firmly, “Come

Home?

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

unwilling to walk

don’t need your pity on me. I’m homeless

out and had lost her

live in this world all by herself pitifully once again, having no one to depend

died, nobody would know about it

homeless,” Ernest retorted in

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

Florence was taken aback.

sounds. However, at this moment, it seemed that all those

said that from now on his home was also her

the mid-air fell back onto

felt so touched.

I want is never your appreciation,”

he walked towards his car

Florence didn’t resist

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

took her hand, and she felt

the past few days, she had been staying in Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took

weigh-off, she would look for

--

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

had changed a

rang at

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

tucked herself into the quilt, she felt that

and nice scent of a

suddenly stiffed. She widened her eyes immediately, only to see Ernest

wondering why he hadn’t got up today. Usually, he would always

face, a touch of tenderness flashing through