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?”

he had just received and said, “Mr. Hawkins, just now we’ve found

obvious light flashed

the most accurate information about Florence that he had

about the girl on the float, Ernest

the girl who looked like her, he’d rather go straight to the hotel she was

making a way for Ernest with

float, Florence in the Priestess of birth’s costume slowly stood

now, when the people were dancing, they bumped into her

up, Stanford

you

lively atmosphere on the float was covered with

them were so scared that they forgot to continue

tonight’s carnival because of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m fine. I just lost

looked at Florence in disagreement. Pressing his thin

a glimpse at a tall and strong figure in a black suit among

that was buried at the bottom

Ernest!

suddenly rushed to the tip

back in disbelief. She had never expected that she

that man had only just the

China, far away from here. How could

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

that Florence looked a bit weird, Stanford asked with concern, “Did you get

“No. Nothing.”

her senses and withdrew her gazes

meet her fiancé tomorrow, who used to be Ernest, she subconsciously recalled the

that she

noticing the

gazing at. Then he saw a man in a suit

figure looked

soon arrived at Ferrier

by the Turner family. With his identity as the young master,

to the point. “Show me

a hotel. But Ernest was their new young master. The manager nodded and bowed, showing Ernest to the

“Sir, please follow me.”