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.

away from Florence. He coldly looked at the crowded group

shouldn’t appear in the

playground. Also, it was so efficient to attract traffic, how would it be considered low-level? How come they felt that they had become

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

Ernest’s intention of picking on this

person who never cared about the surrounding things cared if a game was low-level? Unless

he really dislike her so

and her fingernails almost pinched into the fluff before she could control herself from having

the

to step the game here but

to show that he still cared about her

him from beginning to

became slightly more intense. His thin lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight line. He no longer looked at her, turned around

just an unimportant stranger on the

walked past in front of her with a light wave of wind. The scent that Florence

eyes to look at his back. Coldly and indifferently, he gradually disappeared

as if he had walked out of her

pain came from her heart. It was so painful that it almost suffocated her. Florence already could

always used to walk towards her in the past was

seemed to have disappeared after Ernest left. It was terribly silent. The agony almost swallowed

so painful to

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

ran to Florence while panting. Seeing that she was fine, he heaved a sigh

how anxious he was when he did not see her

in the direction where Florence was blankly staring. Her expression

only been a while, what was wrong

the direction where she was looking. In addition to the crowd

“Flory, what’s

if Florence did not hear it,

world was too quiet now and it was so quiet as if it no longer existed. The heart-breaking pain was as

So painful.

became anxious. He stood in front of Florence and grabbed her

what’s wrong with