My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence started her new life in the Fraser family’s villa.

Things were well-prepared for her, including all daily necessities and entertainment facilities. She could find whatever she wanted.

She also got a new phone from a brand that she had never seen before. There was no logo on it, but its functions were far advanced than any cellphone in the market. It was just supreme.

Florence also got a new SIM card and even dumped her previous WeChat ID. She had never logged in once.

She had changed everything into new.

She put away her old cell phone at the bottom of the box. She believed that one day, when she took it out again, at least she wouldn’t feel the pang in her heart anymore and everything would become her history.

Probably it would take her a short time, or probably quite a long time.

The return of the Fraser family’s daughter was blockbusting news. Florence’s parents also prepared a grand welcome home banquet for her.

It was said that all the family members outside were informed to come back.

Florence put on the evening dress that Victoria deliberately asked the designer to make for her. As a princess, under everyone’s gaze, she took Stanford’s arm and walked down the stunning stairs.

All people in the banquet hall were looking over at her respectfully.

Walking down step by step, Florence looked at them, an indescribable feeling surging in her heart. She felt that it was quite similar to the parties that she had attended as Ernest’s date.

At that time, when he appeared, they were also under all attendees’ gazes, becoming the focus of the scene.

“What’s wrong?” Stanford slightly tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

Florence came back to her senses, wondering why she suddenly thought about Ernest on such an occasion.

She shook her heat. “I’m alright.”

Stanford thought that she was nervous. He smiled tenderly. “It’s OK. We just want them to meet you. If you feel uneasy, I’ll not let them bother you later.”

This banquet was held to welcome Florence home and let all the family members meet her. However, socialization would be too tiring. If Florence was unwilling to, they wouldn’t let her be bothered.

“Stanford, I’m fine. Please don’t worry.”

breath. Suppressing all her thoughts that she shouldn’t have, she tried her best to force a

smiled gracefully

dress on her made her look

to the handsome Stanford, she didn’t look inferior at all. They

were congratulating them, they were quite envious

of the Fraser family. She has the best temperament

our Fraser family’s little

the little miss, one of

were discussing in low voices, praising

made a way for her and stood on both sides respectfully, bowing at

courtiers

was a bit surprised, wondering what they were

is the rule of our Fraser family. From now on, you are the little miss for all of them. Nobody dares

you are the princess. You can do whatever you want to

hammered. It wasn’t until now did she

them were even influential outside. However, they

of hierarchical system was not only a general rich family but

family could still maintain this tradition. It meant how powerful and capable

imagine how powerful her family had

what kind of family she had

feeling

she managed to follow Stanford to step into the center of the banquet hall. After the official introduction, the solemn atmosphere

feel the gazes on her all the time, which were full of

and Miss Florence. Little Miss, may we

women walked over, their faces full of

answer, looking over at

the Fraser family and her relatives. Although Florence wasn’t

a smile, she

Fraser, and she is Susan Fraser. Our father is the third older brother of the

know their

we are cousins, please don’t call me Little Miss. You can call

in disagreement. However, he just glanced at Florence instead

long as Florence