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 the crowded group of people and

kind of low-level game shouldn’t appear in the

standard of every playground. Also, it was so efficient

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was too intense so they were

Ernest’s intention of picking on this

who never cared about the surrounding things cared if a game was low-level? Unless it was because of her

really dislike her so much

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

look of hugging the doll tightly, Ernest

only wanted to step the game here but also wanted to euthanize the doll

it to show that he still cared

liked him from beginning to

His thin lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight line. He no longer looked at her, turned around and walked

just an unimportant stranger

with a light wave of wind. The scent that

at his back. Coldly

as if he

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

walk

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

was always so painful

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

Florence while panting. Seeing that she was fine, he

was when he did not

in the direction where Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on her face almost could not

only been a while,

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

said, “Flory, what’s wrong

if Florence did not hear it, she stood stiffly without

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

So painful.

He stood in front of Florence and grabbed

voice volume slightly increased, “Flory, what’s wrong with you?