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.

face. He had only chased Florence all his life, and he did it in secret after knowing that she was his first woman. It

lips. Raising his hand, he pinched

face approached her suddenly. He asked in a

He had succeeded long ago. How could she

embarrassment, she

me with just a

away. Rolling her eyes, she said deliberately, “Unless you can prepare a magnificent gift to me

since when you got the

Florence looked

smiled at her dotingly, reaching out to rub her

I’ll bring it

warm, flustering Florence’s heart. She could hardly keep

she couldn’t win against

for a while, Ernest had to leave before the

lay down again. Holding Ernest’s pillow, she was so delighted that she couldn’t get back to sleep

Ernest

Ernest and her. Everything enveloped by her nightmare before had gradually become brighter and clear in

longer resisted

window. She curled up her lips and

-

gone back to her room quite early. After informing Tammy, she

wondered expectantly what gift Ernest

several hours, but the man who would always climb

stand next to the window and look out from

- it was almost half-past

he would

a message. Did anything happen

phone, she found that Ernest hadn’t replied to her message for

“Beep- Beep- Beep-”

beeps, but the

When Ernest was busy

have happened to

so worried. Right then, she heard the message tone on her phone.

tabbed to

only sent her a few words:

which was about to jump out of her chest finally fell back in her

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