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?”

a hesitation, he thought of the message he had just received and said, “Mr. Hawkins, just now we’ve found out that

obvious light flashed through

accurate information about

the girl on the float, Ernest lifted his foot and

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

rushed in front, making a way

the Priestess of

they bumped into her

up, Stanford

If you are hurt, I’ll skin

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

so scared that they forgot to continue dancing, looking at the handsome

because of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m fine. I just lost my balance

looked at Florence in disagreement. Pressing his thin lips, he didn’t speak anything

comforted her angry brother and kept balance. When she turned around casually, she caught a glimpse at a tall and strong

was buried at

Ernest!

rushed to the

gazed at his receding back in disbelief. She

wondered if that man had only just the similar

City N of China, far away from here. How could he

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

that Florence looked a bit weird, Stanford asked with concern,

“No. Nothing.”

to her senses and

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

that she

noticing

the direction that Florence was gazing at. Then he saw a man in

- the figure

soon arrived at

by the Turner family. With his identity

the point. “Show

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

“Sir, please follow me.”