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.

gaze away from Florence. He coldly looked at

shouldn’t appear in the playground. Remove all of

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

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was too intense so they were so frightened that they only dared to fully agree

Ernest’s intention of picking on this game was

who never cared about the surrounding things cared if a game was low-level?

dislike her so

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

hugging the doll tightly, Ernest

game here but also wanted to euthanize the

it to show that he still cared

liked him

pursed into a

she was just an unimportant stranger

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

at his back. Coldly and indifferently, he gradually disappeared from her

if he had walked out

from her heart. It was so painful that it almost suffocated her. Florence already could

man who always used to walk towards her

Ernest left. It was terribly

always so painful to see him

for you for a long time. I thought

ran to Florence while panting. Seeing that she

God knew how anxious he was when he

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

a while,

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

hurriedly said, “Flory, what’s

Florence did not hear it, she stood stiffly without moving

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

So painful.

in front of Florence

volume slightly increased, “Flory, what’s wrong