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 child in just three

They would be happy.

in a meagre voice, “I’ll use a condom

was a little

give her a chance to dwell on it and

at it in a daze, and all the

this, then let it

continued on their way,

more days, the

stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t stop. It swayed slightly, just like an

tensed up, “Is it an

was always aware of

said in a deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not

An avalanche.

an avalanche was enough

was very high, and it was white all around, with

ground shook once there was an

that they drove past

by an avalanche. It will take

on to explain to Florence

ahead through the front window, she saw that almost all the people in the

going to

car for

I get out of the

“Sure.”

readily and draped the cold-protective clothing on

days, Florence had already gotten used to the warm condition in the car and the

clothes and put

as soon

It was cold.

pulled up her collar and leaned into Ernest’s arms

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

The road is slippery and

led Florence, walking on the inner

than the narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or three people could stand on

there were still steep and bottomless

he would roll into the invisible

the deep valley below her

you think there’s any chance of survival if someone falls from

cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

said he wasn’t sure, then the

Ernest a little tighter for