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...

in a low

her eyes, her blurred eyes looked as if she was still immersed in the dream, unable

reached out, trying to grab

knuckled hand

to finally grab a floating log

her ear, the man’s deep and

the direction of the voice. Dizzily, she saw Ernest’s face which almost made

It was him.

It was Ernest.

didn’t you come

Tears dropped from her eyes,

man was taken aback for a moment. Then he gripped Florence’s hand tightly. Reaching

heart will be broken for

long as you’re here,” Florence said like

to grab the man, she sat up on the bed. Reaching out, she

have much strength but she hugged

leave me again, OK? Don’t leave

pitiful as if

when Ernest wasn’t with her almost had dragged

the man held Florence in his arms. He patted

if he was coaxing a baby, he said tenderly and dotingly, “Okay. Stop crying, Flory. Get well

“Okay!”

continuously. Her tearful face was full of satisfying

the door, when Stanford stepped

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

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

how long he hadn’t seen Florence’s smile already. In the past

smile was so rare but

had been longing to guard

them. After a long while, he pressed his thin lips, turned around,

a bit

seemed to be a

was gone, Benjamin was still there. He could comfort

Stanford didn’t know what Benjamin had done, he saw Florence, who was always suffered and sad, be willing to stay in Benjamin’s arms and smiling, Stanford believed that it was

the old saying went, the fastest way to forget the old love was