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.

coldly turned his gaze away from Florence. He coldly looked at the crowded group of people and his

appear in

kind of game was basically considered a standard of every playground. Also, it was so

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was too intense so they were so frightened that

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

surrounding things cared if a game was low-level?

he really dislike her

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

of hugging the doll tightly, Ernest became even

not only wanted to step the game here but also wanted to

the point? Was it to show that he

never liked him from beginning

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

an unimportant stranger on the

a light wave of wind. The scent

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

if he had walked out of her

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

always used to walk towards her in the past was

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

so painful

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

Seeing that she was fine,

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

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

only been a while, what

in the direction where she was looking. In addition to the crowd that came back and forth, he did not see

“Flory, what’s wrong

if Florence did not hear it, she stood stiffly

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

So painful.

in front of Florence and grabbed her

what’s wrong with