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.

Then she felt frightened and

fight in the house just now,

had been kicked out of the Fraser

as if another handful of salt was sprinkled on her wound,

eyes. She reached out and was about to push

have a walk

his arms that wrapped around Florence’s shoulder, holding

to walk towards

said firmly, “Come home with

Home?

was stung into Florence’s heart. She felt an extremely

unwilling

“I don’t need your pity on

was kicked out and had lost

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

disappeared or died, nobody would know

homeless,” Ernest

Florence, he said each word full of determination, “Florence Fraser, listen

Florence was taken aback.

dropped on the ground and the umbrella, and she could hear the “pak” sounds. However, at this

on his

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

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

is never your appreciation,” said Ernest in a deep

car with Florence

time, Florence didn’t

matter what, since Ernest was willing to take her in, it was the same as

her hand, and she felt quite

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

she finally could weigh-off, she would look for an apartment

--

that she couldn’t go back

had

alarm clock rang at the

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

tucked herself into the quilt, she

clean and nice scent of

immediately, only to see Ernest who was lying beside

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

face, a touch of tenderness flashing through his