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.

was surprised. Then she felt frightened

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

she had been kicked out of the Fraser

salt was sprinkled on her wound, Florence

welled up in her eyes. She reached out

to have a walk

that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding her more tightly to prevent her from

forced Florence to walk towards his car

said firmly, “Come home

Home?

word was like a needle and it was stung

struggled, unwilling

emotional tone, she said, “I don’t

kicked out and had lost her parents and

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

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

are not homeless,” Ernest retorted in

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

Florence was taken aback.

this moment, it seemed that all those sounds had disappeared. In the whole world, she

said that from now on his home was also

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

she felt so touched. “Ernest Hawkins,

your appreciation,”

his car with Florence

Florence didn’t

same as

hand, and she felt

been staying in Ernest’s villa. Hence, she took this

weigh-off, she would look for an apartment

--

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

things had changed a

alarm clock rang at the same time as

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

tucked herself into the quilt, she felt

she smelt a clean and nice scent

stiffed. She widened her eyes immediately, only to see Ernest who was lying

got up today. Usually, he would always get up a

Florence’s dizzy face, a touch of tenderness