My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest looked into her dark and clear eyes. The certainty in them seemed to be a clear stream that gently washed his anger away.

When Florence saw that his anger had subsided a little, she caught the opportunity, “Please let me go first, Mr Hawkins. It hurts. Besides, we are in public.”

Some people passing by stared at them many times.

How could Ernest ever care about other people’s opinion? He softly relaxed his big palm without letting her go and warned, “Stay away from him from now on. The man who sends a lady home in the middle of the night can never be a gentleman.”

His words formed a domineering command and it even contained a sense of threat.

It was as if he would not let go if she refused it.

This fact chilled her heart for one second. In her impression, it seemed that Ernest had sent her home many times. Mr Hawkins, did it mean that you are not innocent either?

Indeed, Florence didn’t dare to speak it out loud. She smiled awkwardly and nodded,

“Well, Mr Hawkins, you should let me go.”

Ernest’s anger seemed to largely dissipate with her promise, though he couldn’t bear the way she called him.

He said, “Call me something else from now on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t get it?” Ernest approached her again, his body intimately clinging to hers.

Florence instantly felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. With only a few days, why was he...how so...

“Wow! ‘Kabe-Don’ on the street! How lovely to see such a beautiful couple!” Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

Florence found three women looking at her and Ernest excitedly, in a posture of admiration and adoration.

The other two women also took out their phones for photos while they discussed excitingly.

“Oh my, what a gorgeous couple. I am so envious.”

a ‘Kabe-Don’. I

three people, others who were passing by also looked

before she could speak,

by my middle name or given name. That’s

pleasant, and his face showed no change of

he didn’t care about being

Hawkins” or “Mr. Myron”

If this continued, everyone nearby

call him like that, his middle name

and clutched his suit tightly, “I haven’t gotten used to it yet. Besides, we are in public. Let’s talk

desperately wanted to bury her head in a hole because she felt timid and embarrassed when being watched by other

seemed to be stroked by a feather when she hid in his

her waist and strode into the hotel without even spare a look at

place quieted down again after

Ernest away. Fixing her eyes on Ernest who was now standing in the elevator, she still

from anxiety earlier on, but by recalling what had just

a step back to

noticed her movements. Although he was used to it, he still wrinkled his brows, “I am quite confirmed that I

contained a funny

tone he used when they were outside

quickly stepped forward and stood right beside him, just in

their conversation and asked, “Why are you here all

and responded coldly, “I’m afraid that my

thought to herself, “When did I become his wife? Didn’t I explain it all to him? Why did he mention

He pulled her into his embrace and looked down

in a row with invisible

throat getting dry. How can he hug her so

haven’t contacted each other for three days, I thought

hadn’t contacted each other for three days? He thought she was lost

soothed his brows and lowered

and suddenly realized that she had been thinking of Ernest in her heart all the time. She worried that he would forget her and their relationship

conversation they were having just now seemed to be quite emotional for