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?”

was in a daze, in confusion. After a hesitation, he thought of the message he had just received and said, “Mr. Hawkins, just now we’ve found out that Ms. Fraser is staying in the Ferrier Hotel in front. Her room number

obvious light flashed

accurate information about Florence

about the girl on the float, Ernest lifted his

rather go straight to the hotel she was

in front, making a way for

in the Priestess of

dancing, they bumped

Stanford looked quite

you all right? If you are hurt,

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

were so scared that they forgot to continue dancing,

of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m fine. I just

his thin lips, he

kept balance. When she turned around casually, she caught a glimpse

figure matched the man that was buried at

Ernest!

hidden name suddenly rushed

in disbelief. She had never expected

if that man had only

of China, far away from here. How could he show up in Farnfoss

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

weird, Stanford asked with concern, “Did

“No. Nothing.”

senses and withdrew

her fiancé tomorrow,

believed that she just had

at Florence, noticing

direction that Florence was gazing at. Then

figure looked kind

soon arrived at

was run by the Turner family. With his identity

point. “Show

the guests’ information confidential was the principle for a hotel. But Ernest was their new young master. The manager nodded and bowed, showing Ernest to the

“Sir, please follow me.”