My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Georgia also drank the wine in one gulp. However, her eyes were secretly observing the emotional changes of the two people.

Although Florence tried her best to contain herself, she could see that under Florence’s calm expression, her emotions were seething and tumbling.

She was not joyful as she seemed and she even looked a bit sad.

Whereas, Ernest’s hostility around his entire body had explained everything.

These two people clearly could not forget each other. But, both of them were so stubborn that they refused to compromise but they pushed each other far away.

So, she should slightly help them.

Georgia put down the wine glass and turned to look at Florence, saying, “Flory, I hear that you’re leaving?”

Ernest’s movement stiffened for a moment.

Florence nodded, “Yes, the flight is on the day after tomorrow.”

“You’re going back to the Fraser family?”

“Yes.”

“It’s good too to go back to your parents’ side. Then will you come back again?”

Georgia’s question made Ernest’s body involuntarily tense up. He waited for her answer very nervously as if his heart had stopped beating.

Florence’s hand that was under the table tightened again. She subconsciously looked at Ernest and saw that he was just staring at the wine glass fin front of him without even looking at her.

His cold look seemingly showed that he was not interested in this topic.

She was crestfallen.

She uttered the words slowly and softly, “Maybe, I won’t come back again.”

She had no reason to stay here anymore.

The meal tonight was also considered a final farewell banquet. No matter what grudges did they have in the past and whether there was any happiness, sadness or anger, these had already become history. They would not have a connection anymore in the future.

Florence poured another glass of wine for herself. She stood up and raised her glass towards Ernest.

As if she had mustered all her courage, she said seriously, “Mr. Hawkins, thank you very much for your care during this period. This glass of wine is considered a token of appreciation and a…farewell.”

Ernest’s fingers tightened and they almost crushed the wine glass.

Farewell.

say so easily like this! She

she cared about was him and from beginning to end, his care seemed so

“Oh, very good.”

also stood up. ‘Bang’. Once again, he had a toast with Florence

we’ll never see each other again in the

head and drank all the

welled up in her

supported her body seemed to be disintegrating gradually. In her mind, there was only one sentence. ‘I hope that we’ll never

how much courage did she use to hold back the

was surprisingly

people, she only felt

set them up, the worse

had drunk a lot so her cheeks

was almost time, she reached out and pressed her temple, pretending to show a tired

a little wine. You guys take your time, I’ll go back to rest

old

darkened. He sized up Georgia and withdrew

a little wine? She was

for him and Florence now, they already had nothing to say

his seat and took

me

just when she stood

two to three glasses of wine just now and the alcohol

her hand and pressed her

to help

Georgia and the old butler

of the box was closed once again. Only

was suddenly

had no appetite for

of wine. His thin lips were pursed and his entire

glass down and

politeness anymore. If you want

longer looked at her. He strode

minutes, there was no one else in the box

looked at the empty seats opposite her and felt very crestfallen.

banquet

It was so

towards the outside. But, her steps