My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After the rain, Florence was on fever. She was in a coma, lying on the bed.

Occasionally, she opened her eyes, but she was still dizzy. Blinking her blurred eyes, she sometimes asked for water and sometimes called Ernest’s name.

Her voice was fragile and weak, but it was full of endless sorrow.

Whenever Victoria visited her, she would shed her tears in secret.

Alexander patted her on her shoulders and comforted her.

“Please don’t cry, Victoria. We have Collin. Flory will get well soon.”

Victoria’s eyes were reddened. In front of Alexander, her aggressiveness had turned to endless worry and weakness.

She said between sobs, “It’s me who makes Flory suffer so much. It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not your fault. You’ve done it for Flory’s good.”

Alexander stroked her back and helped her breathe. He said tenderly, “When Flory gets well, she will understand us. In this world, who else would love her more than her mother?”

With the mother’s love, Victoria tried every means to smooth the future path for Florence, getting rid of all difficulties.

She was willing to do it even she had known that Florence would blame her and hate her.

Alexander understood Victoria’s sorrow very much as well as the reasons why she had persistent to do so.

Pressing her head on Alexander’s shoulder, Victoria whispered, “I’ve been watching the battle between Stanny and Ernest Hawkins. I know that Ernest Hawkins has had mercy on Stanny, so he was forced to the end. I’ve ever considered that if he could risk his life to stay, probably...”

“If even he could risk his life to stay, you would give him the chance out of compassion instead of approval,” Alexander interrupted her words in a low voice, “Then, in the end, you would look down upon Ernest Hawkins. You couldn’t accept this son-in-law at all.”

“But he’s gone now. He has lost the right to marry Florence in his life already.”

Victoria’s voice became colder.

That was the penalty for Ernest - a sentence to death.

Alexander heaved a sigh and whispered, “It’s not a bad thing, though. Flory will recover eventually as long as we are by her side.”

…

Florence had a pretty long dream. She was immersed in the dream. From time to time, she could meet Ernest and felt his warmth, which drowned her and made her unwilling to wake up.

“Ernest...

don’t go...” Florence muttered in a low voice on the

opened her eyes, her blurred eyes looked as if she

reached out, trying to grab

a knuckled hand was approaching

seemed to finally grab a floating log in the ocean. She subconsciously

man’s deep

over in the direction of the voice. Dizzily, she

It was him.

It was Ernest.

you come here

Tears dropped from

gripped Florence’s hand tightly. Reaching out another hand, he wiped off the tears from

My heart

you’re here,” Florence

man, she sat up on the bed. Reaching

didn’t have much strength but she

me again, OK? Don’t leave me

so pitiful as if

The darkness when Ernest wasn’t with her almost had dragged her into hell. Even the sky

the chance, the man held Florence in his arms. He patted

baby, he said tenderly

“Okay!”

nodded continuously. Her tearful face was

the door, when Stanford stepped in, he paused

fierceness flashing through his eyes. He was about to rush over and separate them in anger, but he gaped at Florence’s

smile was too bright that Stanford couldn’t take another step

how long he hadn’t seen Florence’s smile already. In the past few weeks, besides arguing with him, Florence looked

was so rare but so

longing to guard since

After a long while, he pressed his thin

felt a bit

be a good ending

was gone, Benjamin was

Benjamin had done, he saw Florence, who was always suffered and sad, be willing to stay in Benjamin’s arms

way to forget the old love was to start