My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest looked at Florence with a sullen face, and his chest felt heavy.

He knew that what Florence said and did was all for his sake, to lighten his heart so that he wouldn’t feel guilty.

He had brought her to suffer all the way here, and he was already sad to see her suffer.

She had wholly abandoned the opportunity to be a mother because of him. Every time, whether it was with drugs or condoms, they were reminding each other of his drag.

Florence became more and more anxious seeing Ernest’s awful look.

What she feared most was that things would come to this point.

She grabbed his hand in panic and explained in a flustered tone.

“Ernest, I’m really fine. I don’t care. I came with you to look for the medicine as a trip. I’m still young and I don’t want a child now either.”

“Don’t overthink it, okay?”

She said the last sentence weakly and full of unease and panic.

Ernest’s heart couldn’t help but tighten.

He looked straight at her, and he felt his chest heavier and heartbroken.

“Florence.”

He called her name in a low voice.

Florence was nervous as she looked at him, “Yes?”

Ernest pursed his lips for a moment before speaking slowly.

His voice was deep and husky, “I’m not as fragile as you think. I’m your man. Just let me handle all of these.”

His large hand gripped her small hand back and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

“I’ll find the medicine as soon as possible. We’ll definitely have a child of our own in three years.”

It would only take three years.

Florence looked at Ernest in confusion, not expecting him to say such words.

But perhaps, this was all he could do to comfort her.

He pretended not to care, not to feel guilty, just to make her look forward to the promise for three years.

But it would still be brutal in his heart, right?

Florence suppressed it in her heart and nodded earnestly. Her voice was firm and choked.

“Alright!”

own

They would be happy.

grip, and he continued in a

was a

a chance to dwell on it and just

a daze, and all the

already uncovered this, then let it

continued on their way, rocking in

two more days,

car didn’t stop. It swayed slightly, just

instantly tensed up, “Is it

on and was always aware of the

was an avalanche not long ago

An avalanche.

that an

was very high, and it was white all

once there

not that they drove past before the avalanche.

It will take a while to reopen the

went on to explain to

in the vehicles in front

were probably going to open the

car for a long

of the car and have

“Sure.”

readily and draped the cold-protective

the warm condition in the car and the cold

put on her hood before getting out of

came whipping around as soon as she got

It was cold.

up her collar and leaned into Ernest’s

body gave her warmth while also helping to shield her from most of

slowly. The road is slippery

led Florence, walking on the inner side of the

narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or three

were still steep and

he would roll into the invisible abyss below the clouds just like a ball on

below her feet, Florence asked in a low

chance of survival if someone falls

looked at the cliff and pursed

“Leave it to fate.”

he wasn’t sure, then the

little