My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She had such a feeling when she opened her eyes. She felt depressed when she came back to City N.

When she was in Riverside City, she could still console herself that she could get rid of those troublesome matters and that she did not need to think of them.

But when she came back to the city, things were getting different. She had to face those matters now.

She was driven out of the Fraser family and was now a homeless Fraser who had no family background. Although the Hawkins family didn’t attach great importance of the match of family backgrounds, she, a homeless woman, was not qualified to marry into such a noble and rich family.

Even if they got married, her identity would be a taint for the perfect Ernest.

Moreover, she was not a virgin. She was raped by a man in that hotel at that night. It was a nightmare that would disturb her for the rest of her life and she could never forget it.

Ernest was a perfect man, whom should marry an immaculate woman. Florence felt inferior in front of him.

Florence was overwhelmed by bitterness and depression.

It turned out that when she realized that she had fallen for him, these negative emotions would be infinitely amplified.

When she realized that she had fallen for him, she didn’t feel delighted; instead, she became more inferior and poor-spirited.

It was her mistake to be fascinated by a man that she shouldn’t love.

“Mr. Hawkins.”

Florence walked into the living room of the villa and paused.

Ernest, who was about to carry the luggage cases to upstairs, paused and looked towards Florence when he heard her voice.

He said patiently, “What’s the matter?”

Florence looked at him and gritted her teeth to suppress her turbulent thoughts. She then said in a low voice, “Mr. Hawkins, you don’t need to carry my luggage case to upstairs. I have been living in your home for a long time and I think I should move out now.”

Ernest wrinkled his eyebrows, a touch of unhappiness flashing across his eyes.

He said in a resolute tone, “No need. You can still live in my home. You don’t need to regard yourself as an outsider.”

They would get married soon. Since he and Florence had lived in this villa together, Ernest planned to take this villa as their matrimonial home.

Florence shook her head and said in a determined voice, “It’s not convenient for me to live here.”

an attempt to take her luggage case from him, saying, “My things are still in the bedroom. I will come here later

your fiancé. There’s no inconvenience for

grip on her luggage case, showing no intention to let go

into her eyes while slightly knitting his brows. Apparently, he was not in a

to take her back, but she insisted on moving out of

you don’t need to worry about it. I will persuade your families before we get married and you can come back home. If you don’t want to go back, you can still live in here. I will pick you up to the Hawkins Mansion

Florence would be picked up from this villa for wedding ceremony and then sent

when he

order to marry her, he had made

hadn’t expected that Ernest would say these

different from what she had

him with surprise and asked, “We won’t get

became gloomy, “When did I

was shocked and looked at

had a dispute at that night and alienated each other after that. Isn’t it

care of her and protect her

meant he also wanted to cancel their

his eyebrows. He hadn’t expected that this stupid woman would misunderstand

agreement to cancel their

could it

the luggage case from Florence, “I never plan to cancel our

word by word with

upstairs with their luggage cases, showing no intention to give the case back to Florence or to allow her to move

was nailed on the ground. After a minute, she finally

that she had

still wanted to

didn’t plan

she was clear that it

Florence hurriedly went upstairs.

the bedroom and put down

he was about to open the cases and put their luggage away, Florence rushed

now, her face looked red

“Mr. Hawkins.”

and walked towards him. She then looked

you won’t cancel our engagement. Come on, are you going back on your works? You’re a gentleman