My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence’s entire body stiffened.

After quite a while, she only then turned her head very slowly and saw the face that had appeared in her dream countless times.

Ernest, it was really him!

Time seemed to have stopped in a flash. Florence’s eyes reddened. Only God knew how much she missed him and how much she missed his embrace.

Ernest looked at the woman in his arms in a complicated mood. He then turned his eyes to look at the oversized doll she was holding in her arms. His gaze abruptly became cold.

Not far away, the man who was surrounded by a group of women was shooting. Based on what the women shouted, it was easy to understand that he was trying to win another doll.

Florence wanted to get it?

So, now only did he learn that she actually like this kind of stuff that was for little girls.

Only then did Ernest suddenly feel that he still did not really know her. She did not need him to know her either as she was only willing to frankly show her true preferences and joy in front of another man.

He felt extremely bad and angry. He was so annoyed that he was like an erupted volcano that wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Ernest’s face looked even worse and he looked very dangerous.

Staying in his arms, Florence could feel a piercing coldness and the coldness was facing her directly. It seemed that he detested her very much.

The matter that she was in his arms let him feel very disgusted.

The emotion that surged in her mind was instantly clouded with a grey layer. It became so ridiculous.

Florence gritted her teeth and detached herself from Ernest’s arms. Her eyes flashed and she pretended to be calm, saying.

“Thank you.”

The voice sounded as if they were estranged from each other.

It was like they were strangers who never knew each other.

Ernest’s face became even colder and more indifferent.

Apparently, she never showed a friendly expression to him. It was like that in the past and now, it was even worse.

looked at the crowded group of people and his tone was cold and

game shouldn’t appear

in charge at the back was speechless. This kind of game was basically considered a standard of every playground. Also, it was so efficient to attract traffic, how would it be considered low-level? How come they

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

to say anything despite having doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was

shocked that she froze. Ernest’s intention of picking

about the surrounding things cared if a game was low-level? Unless it

he really dislike

of pains in her heart. Florence tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails almost pinched into

look of hugging the doll tightly, Ernest

not only wanted to step the game here but also wanted

to show that he still cared

him from beginning to

hostile aura around Ernest’s body became slightly more intense. His thin lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight line. He no longer

just an unimportant

past in front of her with a light wave of wind. The scent that Florence felt incomparably familiar almost

his back. Coldly and indifferently, he gradually disappeared from her

and farther as if he had

suffocated her.

walk towards her in the

the surrounding seemed to have disappeared after Ernest left. It was terribly

was always so painful to see him

here? I’ve looking for you for a long time.

Florence while panting. Seeing that she was fine, he

anxious he was when he did not see her after

Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on her

a while, what was wrong with

the direction where she was looking. In addition to the crowd that came back and

hurriedly said, “Flory, what’s wrong

it, she stood stiffly without moving and

so quiet as if it no longer existed. The heart-breaking pain was as if a hole

So painful.

stood in front

volume slightly increased, “Flory, what’s wrong with you? Don’t