My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After going back with her belongings, Florence went to the room that she woke up in.

The room would be her bedroom from now on.

It wasn’t until now did she find that all the decoration in this room was quite girlish, which was the room prepared for her deliberately from the very beginning.

Florence’s eyes were slightly red. It seemed that her empty heart had something filled in.

It turned out in this world, she wasn’t alone at all. There was someone still waiting for her all the time and having prepared a bedroom for her.

From now on, this would be her home.

Although it was an unknown place, Florence had a feeling of where she belonged, that she had never felt before.

Stanford originally planned to help her tidy the bedroom, but Florence rejected him firmly. She just needed to take all things out of the suitcases. Although she was still a bit unwell, she could handle it.

Besides, she needed to do something to keep herself busy.

Florence opened the suitcase and put her belongings as she planned. When hanging her clothes, she was taken aback when seeing those clothes that were taken out of the suitcase.

Most of them were from the world-famous brand with extremely good quality. Almost all of them were from Ernest.

He used to prepare a whole cloakroom of clothes for her, which included everything, all the brands, and all styles with her sizes.

She couldn’t wear them completely but she did wear some of them, which were taken in her suitcase.

When she looked at them, she found Ernest’s shadow on them.

What he had done for her was so nice that she still couldn’t help be moved when recalling them now.

However, she believed those feelings were fake.

Florence felt a sharp pang in her heart as if it was torn apart. She covered her chest, almost falling on the ground.

In fact, she indeed wanted to ask him why he would be so ruthless ... everything was fake, but he could have done it so carefully and nicely, making her moved and hurt.

She had declared that she would marry the one she loved, but why didn’t he listen?

as well. Florence wanted to

not, it would become her past sooner or later. If she couldn’t suppress it, how could

want to cry for him

in a bag. Then she put

wouldn’t be taken out at

the innermost closet, there were a few things left in her suitcases.

She gaped, feeling bitter.

Ernest had already intruded her life, leaving so many of his

set of clothes, which were all out of fashion

anything special when wearing it, but Stanford sensed something

talk to her, he opened her

limited things that belonged to Florence.

watching Florence take the pills,

mood,

accompany me, OK?” Stanford looked at Florence expectantly. She couldn’t turn him down when

nod in agreement.

his clothes. As his

experience to

different experiences

Stanford to go shopping for his clothes, but he had already bought what he wanted in the very first shop. Then naturally, he took her to

pick it up and put

helpless. “I don’t need any

closet, not enough. Besides, this is my first time shopping for my sister.

say no to

take the

Florence was in a daze. It seemed that she hadn’t tried any clothes on

past, Ernest would ask the staff to deliver all her clothes at home. No matter which one she picked at random, it would fit her in

chance to

if he was doing

“Pak. Pak.”

immediately patted her checks, trying to get rid of all those thoughts in her

a good life without thinking about him. She should stop thinking about

and suppressed all her feelings. Then she opened the door of