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 group of people and his tone was cold

appear in the playground.

group of people 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

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

doubts inwardly. It was really because

froze. Ernest’s intention of picking on this game

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

dislike her

tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails almost pinched into the fluff

Florence’s look of hugging the doll tightly,

game here but also wanted to euthanize the doll in her

show that he still cared about her a

never liked him from beginning

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

was just an unimportant stranger

her with a light wave of wind. The scent that Florence felt

to look at his back. Coldly and indifferently, he

and farther as if he

almost suffocated her. Florence already could not remember she had seen Ernest’s back for how

man who always used to walk

after Ernest left. It was terribly silent. The agony almost swallowed up Florence and broke her

so painful to

for you for a long time.

that she was

knew how anxious he was when he did not

Her expression on her

had only been a while, what was wrong with

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

hurriedly said, “Flory,

Florence did not hear it, she stood stiffly without moving

it was so quiet as if it no longer existed. The

So painful.

became anxious. He stood in front of

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