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!”

would have their own

They would be happy.

a

a little

it and just threw

in a daze, and all the thoughts in her

he had already uncovered this, then

continued on

two more days, the

stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t stop. It

tensed up,

his headset on and was

“It’s fine. There was an avalanche not long ago up ahead.

An avalanche.

had watched it on TV that an

was very high, and it was white all around, with very thick piles of

once there was

before, not that they drove past before the

an avalanche. It will take a while to reopen

on to

people in the vehicles in front had gotten out of their cars and were

going

that Florence had also been sitting in the car for a long time, and

out of the car and have a

“Sure.”

the cold-protective clothing

the warm condition in

changed into her winter clothes and put on her

soon as she got out of the

It was cold.

collar and

her warmth while also helping to shield

The road is slippery and

on the inner side of the

mountain road they had crossed previously. At

and bottomless cliffs beside

invisible abyss below the clouds just like

deep valley below her feet, Florence asked in

do you think there’s any chance of survival if someone

the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

he said he wasn’t sure, then the chances of

little tighter