My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest saw a group of boys and girls in weird costumes, quite attractive. They were dancing violently. In his opinion, they were like a group of evils dancing.

He couldn’t enjoy it at all.

Disgusted, when he was about to look away, unexpectedly, he saw a petite figure.

She was dressed in an ancient Chinese robe, the hemline of which reached the bottom of her feet. She was wearing a purple wig with neat bangs and a thin veil, which covered more than half of her face.

Only her smart and twinkling eyes were exposed. She was looked at somewhere below the float and didn’t notice his gaze.

He couldn’t see the shape of her eyes and appearance clearly, but his heart skipped a beat violently. He felt as if all his blood were solidified.

Seemingly the girl he had been searching for a long time appeared in front of him all of a sudden.

Ernest’s heart jumped to his throat. Subconsciously, he wanted to approach and take a closer look at her. However, suddenly, several men bumped into him and blocked his way.

“Excuse us. Please move.”

A few young men seemed to be drunk, staggering to bump into the crowd around the float.

Ernest frowned, took a few steps back. When he looked up again, the group of people were still swaying at random, and he couldn’t differentiate them from each other. The petite girl was gone completely.

Ernest’s held his breath, wondering where she had gone.

“Mr. Hawkins, are you all right? I’m sorry I couldn’t block those drunk men and let them bump into you.”

Timothy stood in front of Ernest, looking quite tense, sweat oozing on his forehead. He was so afraid that others would boldly bump into Ernest again.

Mr. Hawkins never liked to be touched by any stranger.

Upon hearing Timothy’s words, Ernest was taken aback for a moment, and then he returned to his senses.

He wondered what happened to him just now. How could he find that girl so familiar and even lose his control somehow?

He even doubted if that girl was Florence or not.

However, when he was about to confirm, he couldn’t see her anymore.

“Mr. Hawkins?”

of the message he had just received and said, “Mr. Hawkins,

obvious light flashed through Ernest’s

accurate information about Florence

the float, Ernest lifted

who looked like her, he’d rather go straight to the

making a way for Ernest with

of birth’s costume slowly

dancing, they bumped into her accidentally, so she fell on the

Florence up, Stanford

all right? If you are

the coldness as if the lively atmosphere on the float was covered with a layer of

forgot to continue dancing, looking at the

to impact tonight’s carnival because of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m

his thin lips, he didn’t speak

around casually, she caught a glimpse at a

was buried at the bottom of her

Ernest!

name suddenly rushed

back in disbelief. She

only just the

far away from here. How could he show up in Farnfoss City that

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

bit weird, Stanford asked with concern,

“No. Nothing.”

to her senses and

probably it was because she would meet her fiancé tomorrow, who used to be Ernest,

believed that she just

at Florence, noticing the change of her

was gazing at. Then he saw a man

figure looked kind of

soon arrived

Turner family. With his identity

the point. “Show me

guests’ information confidential was the principle for a hotel. But Ernest was their new young

“Sir, please follow me.”