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.

from Florence. He coldly looked at the crowded

low-level game shouldn’t appear in the

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 felt that they had become

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

to say anything despite having doubts inwardly. It was really because

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

game was low-level? Unless it was because

dislike her so much

pains in her heart. Florence tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails almost pinched into the fluff before she could control herself from having a mental

at Florence’s look of hugging the doll

but also

show that he

never liked him

slightly more intense. His thin lips were pursed into a cold and

she was just an unimportant stranger on

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

raised her eyes to look at his back. Coldly and

farther as if he had walked out of her

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

used to walk towards her

have disappeared after Ernest left. It was terribly silent. The

always so painful

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

panting. Seeing that she was

anxious he was when he did not see her after

Her expression on her face almost could not conceal her sad

had only been a while, what was wrong with

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

said, “Flory, what’s

if Florence did not hear it,

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

So painful.

in front of Florence and grabbed her

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