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.

looked at the

of low-level game shouldn’t appear in the playground. Remove all of

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 low-level? How come they felt that they had

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

dare to say anything despite having doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was too intense so they were so frightened that they

that she froze. Ernest’s intention of

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

he really dislike her so

her heart. Florence tightly hugged the doll and her fingernails almost

at Florence’s look of hugging the doll tightly, Ernest became

step the game here but also wanted

to show that

him

His thin lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight line. He

just an unimportant stranger on the

figure walked past in front of her with a light wave

eyes to look at his back.

as if he had walked

came from her heart. It was so painful that it almost suffocated her. Florence already could not remember she had

walk towards her in the past was

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

always so painful to see

here? I’ve looking for you for

Florence while panting. Seeing that she was fine, he heaved

how anxious he was when he did not

Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on

a while,

to the crowd

“Flory,

it, she stood stiffly without

quiet as if it no longer existed.

So painful.

in front of Florence

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