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

They would be happy.

and he continued in a meagre voice,

was a

dwell on it and just

and all the thoughts in her mind were

uncovered this, then let

incident, they continued on their way, rocking in the

two more days, the caravan

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

up,

his headset on and was always aware of the

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

An avalanche.

TV that an avalanche

high, and it was white all around, with very

shook once there

not that they drove past before the avalanche. Otherwise, all of

avalanche. It

on to explain

all the people in the

were probably going to open the

just so happened that Florence had also been sitting in the car for a

of the car and have

“Sure.”

readily and draped the cold-protective

to the warm

clothes and put on her hood before getting out of

came whipping around as soon as she got out of the

It was cold.

up her collar and leaned

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

is slippery

Florence, walking on the inner side of

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

steep and bottomless cliffs

one were to fall from here, he would roll into the invisible abyss below

her feet,

there’s any chance of survival if someone falls

looked at the cliff

“Leave it to fate.”

sure, then

a little