My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Being scolded and pointed at her nose and slandered in public, Florence couldn’t endure any longer.

She looked at Annabelle in disgust and questioned, “Annabelle, you can’t gain Reynold’s heart. Why do you think you can slander me in this way? What have I done to offend you?”

“Am I slandering you? I just told the truth,” Annabelle said quite affirmatively.

Florence’s temples were popping fiercely and she felt a strong migraine. The gazes from the crowd were stinging her like thorns, making her so embarrassed.

She hadn’t done anything wrong, but Annabelle kept slandering her.

Florence’s retort sounded so weak.

Not only her but also Ernest’s reputation was ruined. She was worried about how those people would look at her and what rumors would be made against Ernest.

Florence wished that she could tear Annabelle’s mouth. However, she had no idea how she could prove her innocence.

She felt the strong migraine, feeling the disdain and hatred from the onlookers surrounding her.

“Crick.”

The leather shoes cricked on the floor. The footsteps stopped next to Florence.

Ernest’s tall and strong figure appeared next to Florence. Reaching out, he pulled Florence into his arms.

He was tall and strong and Florence was petite. He wrapped her in his arms like providing her with a safe haven, so protective and secured.

His embrace blocked those hateful gazes.

Florence’s heart skipped a beat when she smelt the familiar scent. Turning around, she saw the familiar handsome face.

It was Ernest.

Looking at her, he slightly nodded. His low and calm voice made her feel so secure.

“I’m here with you.”

Hence, he hinted that she should rest assured.

His words were like a tranquilizer that calmed down Florence quickly. She wasn’t panicked or sad anymore.

As long as he was here with her, she

their gazes, he held Florence in his arms without

gesture fully declared his desire for possession

gazed at them

on by her. That meant Ernest’s dignity was ruined. Wasn’t he supposed to hate

could he step out and hold her

log. She looked

feel the strong aura emanated from the man, which made her hard to

man, although he hadn’t spared any glance at her, Annabelle became fearful

she came to provoke Florence

an instant, his gaze became cold and sharp, as dangerous as the

dropped below the frozen point, making

He even ignored Annabelle. Instead, he stared daggers

gaze was stabbed onto Reynold’s

his

lot of powerful ones,

indifference. However, when he was pissed, his aura was as freezing as the arctic ice ...

private affairs.

warning as well

with great pride and dignity hinted that

the words from Annabelle’s

appear in front of Ernest, let alone that Ernest’s fiancée would have an affair

Reynold's face without leaving him any

his failure, he wouldn’t be able to get rid

of so many upper-class celebrities. It meant his

a rage surging in his chest and

his gaze fell on Florence, the rage couldn’t become

felt sorry for her extremely pale and

knew it was him who brought

so upset as if his heart was

his tightened body, he pressed

long while, he said in difficulty, “Mr. Hawkins,

uproar

apology in public. When he did that, he meant to admit that there was nothing special between Florence and him. Also,