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.

at the crowded group of people and his tone

low-level game shouldn’t appear in the playground.

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

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

of the people did not dare to say anything despite having doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s

so shocked that she froze. Ernest’s intention of picking on this game

a game was low-level? Unless it was because of her so he detested this game

dislike

was a series of pains in her heart. Florence tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails almost pinched into the fluff before she could control

hugging the doll tightly,

game here but also wanted to euthanize the doll

what was the point? Was it to show that he still cared about

him from beginning to

pursed into a cold

if she was just an unimportant

light wave of wind. The scent that Florence

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

and farther as if he had walked

It was so painful that it almost suffocated her. Florence already could not remember she had seen Ernest’s back

used to walk

disappeared after Ernest left. It was terribly silent.

painful to

looking for you for

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

God knew how anxious he was when he did not see her after turning

where Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on her face almost could not conceal

been a while, what

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

said, “Flory, what’s wrong with

did not hear it, she stood stiffly without moving

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

So painful.

front of Florence

“Flory, what’s wrong with you? Don’t