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!”

have their own

They would be happy.

he continued in a meagre voice,

a little

it and just threw the

and all the thoughts in

this, then let it be so to

this incident, they continued on their

two more days,

they stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t

tensed up, “Is it an

his headset on and was always aware

an

An avalanche.

that an avalanche was enough

was very high, and it was white all

there

they drove past before the

by an avalanche. It will take a

went on to explain to Florence

all the people in the vehicles in front had gotten out of their cars and were walking forward with various

probably going to open

car for a long time, and her body was a little sore and

of the car and have a

“Sure.”

nodded readily and draped the cold-protective clothing

had already gotten used to the

her winter clothes and put on her hood before getting out of the

came whipping around as soon as she got out of the

It was cold.

up her collar and leaned into Ernest’s

also helping to shield

The road is slippery and wonky

walking on the inner side of

had crossed previously. At least two or three people could

were still steep and bottomless cliffs beside the

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

deep valley below her feet, Florence asked

chance of survival

at the cliff and

“Leave it to fate.”

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

to Ernest a little