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.

Florence. He coldly looked at the crowded

of low-level game shouldn’t appear in the

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 attract traffic, how would it be considered

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

did not dare to say anything despite having doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was too

she froze. Ernest’s intention of picking on

cared if a game was low-level? Unless

he really dislike her so much

Florence tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails

at Florence’s look of hugging the doll

step the game here but also wanted to euthanize the

it to show

never liked him from beginning

around Ernest’s body became slightly more intense. His thin lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight

she was just an unimportant

with a light wave of wind. The scent that

at his back.

if he had walked

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

always used to walk towards her in the past was

It was terribly silent. The agony almost swallowed up Florence and

so painful to

looking for you

she was fine, he heaved a

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

where Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on her face almost could

only been a while, what was wrong with

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

said, “Flory, what’s wrong with

not hear it, she

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

So painful.

became anxious. He stood in front of Florence and grabbed

slightly increased, “Flory, what’s