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?”

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

flashed through Ernest’s

accurate information about Florence

float, Ernest lifted his foot and

like her, he’d rather go straight to the hotel she was staying

making a way for

Florence in the Priestess of

dancing, they bumped into her accidentally, so she fell

up, Stanford

you all right? If you are hurt, I’ll skin

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

forgot to continue dancing, looking at the

head, “I’m fine.

his thin lips, he didn’t speak

she caught a glimpse at a tall and strong figure in a

matched the man that was buried at the bottom of

Ernest!

suddenly rushed to the tip of her

in disbelief. She had

if that man had only just the

from here. How could he show

“What’s wrong, Flory?”

bit weird, Stanford asked with concern, “Did you

“No. Nothing.”

to her senses and withdrew

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

believed that she just had an

noticing the change of her

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

figure looked

soon arrived

hotel was run by the Turner family. With his identity as the young master, he

point. “Show me to Florence Fraser’s

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

“Sir, please follow me.”