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.

at the crowded

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

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 low-level? How come they felt

“Alright, Mr. Hawkins.”

doubts inwardly. It was really because Mr. Hawkins’s hostility was

so shocked that she froze. Ernest’s intention

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

really dislike her

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

of hugging the

the game here but also wanted to

the point? Was it to show that

liked him from beginning to

lips were pursed into a cold and harsh straight line. He no longer looked

she was just an unimportant stranger on the

walked past in front of her with a light wave of wind. The scent that Florence felt

his back. Coldly and indifferently, he gradually disappeared

as if he had

from her heart. It was so painful that it almost suffocated her. Florence already could not remember she had seen Ernest’s back for

used to walk towards her in the

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

painful to

you for a long time. I thought you’ve

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

anxious he was when he did not see her after turning

the direction where Florence was blankly staring. Her expression on her

had only been a while, what was wrong

she was looking. In addition to the crowd that came back and forth, he

hurriedly said, “Flory, what’s wrong with

Florence did not hear it, she stood

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

So painful.

stood in front of Florence and grabbed her

“Flory, what’s wrong with