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?”

confusion. After a hesitation, he thought of the message he had just received and

obvious light flashed

about Florence

forgetting about the girl on the float, Ernest lifted his foot and

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

making a way for Ernest with his

Priestess of

were dancing, they bumped into her accidentally, so she

Stanford

all right? If you are hurt, I’ll skin

atmosphere on the float was covered

they forgot to

of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m fine. I just lost my balance just now. It has nothing

looked at Florence in disagreement. Pressing his thin lips,

casually, she caught a glimpse at

figure matched the man that was buried at the bottom

Ernest!

deeply hidden name suddenly rushed

back in disbelief. She had never expected that

wondered if that man had only just the similar back

How could he show up in Farnfoss City that was thousands of miles

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

weird, Stanford asked with

“No. Nothing.”

and withdrew her gazes in

because she would meet her fiancé tomorrow, who used to

that she

noticing the change of her

man, he slightly frowned and looked in the direction that Florence was gazing at. Then he saw a man in

the figure looked

arrived at

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

went straight to the point. “Show

was their new young master. The

“Sir, please follow me.”