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

the house just now,

he must have known that she had been kicked out of the

another handful of salt was sprinkled on her wound, Florence

up in her eyes. She reached

want to have

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

to walk

“Come home

Home?

stung into

unwilling to

she said, “I don’t need your pity on

kicked out and had lost

all by herself pitifully once again, having no

disappeared or died, nobody would know about it and nobody would

not homeless,” Ernest retorted

“Florence Fraser, listen

Florence was taken aback.

the “pak” sounds. However, at this moment, it seemed that all those sounds had disappeared. In the whole world, she could only hear

that from now on his home was also her

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

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

never your appreciation,” said Ernest in a

car with Florence in

Florence didn’t

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

took her hand, and she

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

period, when she finally could weigh-off, she would look

--

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

things had

rang at

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

herself into the quilt, she felt

and nice

only to see Ernest who

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

a touch of tenderness flashing through his