My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Wendell didn’t have the heart to see him so disappointed. He tried to convince Ernest, “Ernest, there are so many women in this world. You don’t have to stick on Florence. She’s the only daughter of the Fraser family. She also has her responsibilities and mission on her shoulders. Even if you have found her, you won’t have a future with her.

“Her life has been planned in advance, including his marriage.”

“Her life belongs to me,” Ernest answered affirmatively, stressing each syllable.

Ernest stood upright like a never falling benchmark.

He would find Florence. He wouldn’t give up even if he had to go to the most humble corners of the world or he couldn’t sleep for decades.

He had given up once, which turned out to be the biggest regret in his life. He had paid enough cruel prices for it.

He missed her.

He wouldn’t let this happen again in his life.

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Since their clue with Wendell was broken. Other clues were all broken.

Ernest had used all his force and dug out all people from the Fraser family who still remained outside, but they ended up in the same way as Wendell.

They were all forbidden to get back to the Fraser family.

The penalty period was three years at the least.

Ernest couldn’t wait for them for three years. What if their penalty period would be extended in three years?

However, after that, he couldn’t find any clue at all, and nor did he find any way to locate the Fraser family, which was like a fairyland that didn’t exist at all. He had looked every corner of the world but still failed to find its trace.

Suffered, Ernest had lost at least ten kilograms. He only slept for two hours every three days. His immune system was weakened.

However, he was quite stubborn, looking for Florence with all his means without caring about anything.

He was in a panic, afraid that if he wouldn’t be about to find her, he would probably lose her forever.

For him, the time was his deadly poison.

he could only watch the time pass day by day, but still,

so irritated and furious, but he couldn’t

kept wondering where on earth Florence

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the

that it wasn’t Timothy who came to

the spot as if she was struck by

Ernest in such a miserable

than he was before. She even could see the sharp bulge of the bones on his face. His eyes were bloody red. Georgia couldn’t help wondering how

Her heart was bleeding.

sobbing. “Stop it, Ernest! Don’t keep on working. Go

I’m quite busy. Please

pulled back his hand and continued with what he was

only focused on the changing data and

Ernest and Florence would have ended up in this way and Ernest would be so trapped, she

was

doesn’t love you. Why do you insist

Ernest paused. He heard Florence’s name, and a trace of tenderness flashed through his reddened

She wanted to

was all his

period, she took such good care of him in the hospital. She cared for him so much. He should have

didn’t expect the truth turned out

then, she sensed that Florence had a crush on Ernest. But later, neither was willing to get together. She suspected

was correct. It was just

sorrier for her grandson. If it

tried, you can’t find

thing Georgia could do

as long as Florence didn’t want to

was indeed a terribly isolated

Georgia’s words, he continued doing what he was

never give

at Ernest’s stubborn face, Georgia felt sorry for him and a strong migraine. If he kept