My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“You must be responsible to me,” Florence added, glaring at him.

Ernest gaped. He looked at the reddish-eyed Florence in disbelief. For the first time, he wondered if he had misheard anything.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “What did you say, Florence? Come again?”

Florence approached him closer, grabbed his collar, and said fiercely, “Why? Do you want to deny it? After raping me, you just ran away. You’ve been hiding the truth from and you lied to me. Now you don’t want to take the responsibility, do you...”

“I’ll marry you,” his words interrupted Florence’s words.

He stared at her, stressing each syllable as if he was swearing. His deep eyes were full of sweetest and deepest affection.

Florence grabbed Ernest’s collar stiffly, still looking quite fierce. However, all her temperament was broken down by his words. She couldn’t continue yelling at him.

He said he would marry her.

Ernest reached out and held Florence in his arms.

His chin rubbing her head, he said in a tender and deep voice, “When I knew you were the girl that night, I wanted to tell you it was me. However, you hate that night so much, so I couldn’t tell you.”

Upon hearing his explanation, Florence finally got the explanation of the questions that had bothered her.

When they met for the first time, Ernest was so aloof as a god, arrogant and proud. He even asked her to sign the agreement of a fake engagement.

At that time, he didn’t care about her, his fiancée, at all.

Florence asked again, “When did you get to know it was me that night?”

“On the night of our engagement.”

Before that night, Ernest ignored her completely. However, after that night, he kept pestering her as if he wanted to prove something...

At that time, she thought that he wanted to have sex with her, so she thought he was a shameless rascal. It wasn’t until now did she realized that he had done so because he wanted to prove if she was the woman that night.

It turned out that he had recognized her such a long time ago.

That was why he changed his attitude to her - he started treating her so well and ambiguously.

“Mr. Hawkins, ever since that night, have you done all those things to chase after me?”

Florence glinted at Ernest with unconcealed amusement.

She was way too slow, and she didn’t realize it until now.

had only chased Florence all his life, and he did it in secret

his thin lips. Raising

asked in a seductive

long ago. How could

embarrassment, she pushed away his

fool me with just a few

you can prepare a magnificent gift to me

his lips into a smile. “Florence, since when you got the bad habit of receiving the

Florence

her dotingly, reaching out to

it to you next

Florence’s heart. She could hardly

she couldn’t

for a while, Ernest

again. Holding Ernest’s pillow, she was so delighted that she

turned out that Ernest

biggest worry and nightmare had suddenly become the fantasy that started the relationship between Ernest and her. Everything enveloped by her nightmare

longer resisted or

of the window. She curled up her lips and muttered,

-

Florence had gone back to her room quite early. After informing Tammy, she locked the door of her room, waiting

wondered expectantly what gift Ernest

waiting for several hours, but the man who would

to the window and look out from time to time. After a

she checked the time - it was almost half-past eleven at

he would still come

her a

worried Florence got. Checking her phone, she found that Ernest hadn’t replied to her message for almost two hours. After a hesitation,

“Beep- Beep- Beep-”

but the phone wasn’t answered

uneasy. When Ernest was busy before, he would always answer her

must have happened to

then, she heard the message

immediately tabbed to

her a few words: “Quite busy

which was about to jump out of her chest finally fell

felt quite upset, wondering what on earth Ernest was busy with. How could he even not have time to talk to