My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence had been waiting for those words since they began. Now that she had heard him saying that, Florence was not happy as she imagined, and she felt inexplicably bad instead. She pursed her lips and did not utter a word.

Ernest stared at her coldly and said, “How heartless of you, Florence!” After saying those deeply subtle words, he turned around, walked out and slammed the door shut. Florence was still petrified at the spot until the surrounding had become silent and she could not react at length. She could still see his cold eyes when he left and his words still lingered on her ears.

“If this is your choice, I’ll consent.”

“I’ll cancel the marriage, as you wish.”

“How heartless of you, Florence.”

His words had conveyed his disappointment, grievance and determination. She had finally succeeded in chasing him away. She felt awful, but she thought she did not have the right to feel awful on the other hand. That was her choice and decision, wasn’t it?

Phoebe who had heard everything in the room slowly pushed the door open and walked out. Seeing Florence standing there looking lonely, she walked towards her and held her hand, asking with care, “Are you alright? Flory.” How could she be alright? But she had nothing else to say now.

Florence reacted and forced out a wry smile. “Don’t worry, I’m okay.” Although her heart ached, she believed she would be alright after a few days. It would never be possible between her and Ernest. Better a little loss than a long sorrow, that was the best solution.

blame anybody. She looked at Phoebe and said, “Phoebe, it’s not your fault. I’m going to sleep, get some

the lights and entered her room quietly, trying not to disturb her. The night was

week. It was a good thing though, as her situation was

it difficult to breathe. She had not been able to fall asleep for the whole night and she did not have the mood to think of any other things…As if something

did she still end up that way? She had been staying in her room

up and seeing the door of Florence’s room still closed, she inevitably felt worried. She knew she was feeling sad yesterday and she did not disturb her

to the kitchen to cook some noodles, and she planned to enter Florence’s room and call her. Yet to her surprise, she heard Florence’s room door cracked open before she had finished cooking. She looked towards it and saw

“Flory, are you alright?” Florence met her cautious eyes and smiled. She walked towards the couch and sat

she said she did not feel bad at all. She heaved a sigh of relief and nodded. “That’s right. Sit down, Chef Jenkins’s noodles are almost finished, I guarantee it

matter what happened, she would stay

the noodle bowl over with confidence and put it on the table. She was narcissistic to praise herself, “Look, doesn’t it look delicious?” Florence looked towards it. It was a bowl of simple home-cooked thin noodles, but the condiments added were good. The soup was red but not oily, and green scallion chopped into pieces were floating on top. The noodles did look tasty. “Yeah, your cooking skill

wait to hand her the chopsticks. Florence actually did not have any appetite, since Phoebe had cooked the noodle for her and cared for her that much, she could not disappoint her. She took over the chopsticks, picked up the noodle and put it into her mouth. She froze for a second when she tasted

it’s quite good. You can have a try if you don’t believe me.” Phoebe then felt relieved. She instantly sat on the couch and started to eat the noodle with excitement. Yet her expression

spit the noodle back into the bowl and swore, “Damn, I must have added too much salt when I saw you coming out just now! Yuck!” Florence gazed at her brooding look and let out a smile. Phoebe turned around and seeing her smiling, she put down the chopsticks and pressed her onto the couch, tickling her. “Flory, how could