My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Take it easy,” Ernest uttered a few words, his thin lips apart.

His words seemed to have certain magical power. It calmed down Florence, whose heart that had jumped into her throat fell back to her chest.

However, her face was turning more reddened.

Ernest looked forward. In his charming eyes, only Florence existed. With her in his arms, he strode out of the banquet hall.

The onlookers made a wide way for them consciously.

Their gazes followed them in respect, fear, and incredibility.

Florence couldn’t feel any disdain or mockery at all. The rumors were completely changed because of this man who was holding her.

She looked at him, her heart sped up.

It seemed that something had broken through the solid wall in her heart, unearthed.

Only Ernest could be so protective of her and save her without questioning her when she was so embarrassed, blocking all the harm from her and protecting her.

From the very beginning to the end, Ernest didn’t spare any look at anyone else. Carrying Florence in his arms, he strode away.

Holding her in public, he wanted all of the attendees to understand his treasure and affection for Florence. He was doting his fiancée very much.

Since the woman who was loved and treasured by Ernest so much, who would be the bold one risking his or her own life to provoke her again?

All of them could tell the affection between the couple-to-be, and no one else could step in at all.

For such love birds, how could any of them cheat on the other?

It was so ridiculous.

Besides, Reynold also made an apology and admitted, which meant that Florence was innocent.

Annabelle was bullshitting!

All their disdainful and blaming gazes fell on Annabelle.

Someone openly scolded her, “Annabelle, where do you think you are standing in? How dared you bullshit here! You even have the balls to insult Mr. Hawkins and Ms. Fraser. You must have a death wish!”

Are you playing the monkey tricks with us? You are

you played such a dirty trick. You don’t deserve to stay in the upper-class at

blames kept

hide their disgust and

because of Annabelle. If that happened, no matter how wealthy or

the situation would turn to be

the same time, Ernest would dump Florence. And Reynold would dump

why a noble and superior man like Ernest would choose to

he believe

and hateful, Annabelle was so embarrassed. She was also frightened a lot. Ernest protected Florence so directly and even embarrassed Reynold in public, so it

to think about her price should pay

insults and blames, she pulled

for the sake that we used to date? Help me put

cold, emanating an icily cold

gentleman, but at this moment, he had completely lost his

his curse between his teeth, stressing each syllable,

her hand that was pulling his wrist, his knuckled fingers tightened

from his grip paled her face

trembling all over her body. She begged while sobbing, “Reynold, let go

down at her. The lights fell on his head and hair, his face was

on his mouth corners, but

looked dark and

fearful for the man whose heart she had been

escape away from

Mr. Myron. Please have mercy. Please let go

crying, looking so miserable. She couldn’t care about her public image as a

She was scared.

She became indeed fearful.

else but only to

“Annabelle, you know what?”

of gloominess, Reynold looked so horrified. He squatted down and

was a smile on his face,

my relationship with Florence.

was pretty low. He talked to Annabelle word by