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.

Florence did not blame anybody. She looked at Phoebe and said,

was meaningful and that would irritate Florence instead. She could only turn off the lights and entered her room quietly, trying not to disturb her. The night was dark and silent, and they were destined

message saying the company was going to be in a holiday for one week. It was a good thing though, as her situation was very bad and it was

away from Ernest, yet she did not expect that she would feel sad and heartbroken too. Her heart ached and she found it difficult to breathe. She had not been able to fall asleep for the whole night and she

understand. She had been controlling her feelings to avoid falling for Ernest. Why did she still end up that

sad yesterday and she did not disturb her on

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 Florence walking out of

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

She would feel worried if she said she did not feel bad at all. She heaved

would stay by her side and give her

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

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

you don’t believe me.” Phoebe then felt relieved. She instantly sat on the couch and started

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