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 child in just

They would be happy.

and he continued in a meagre

was a little

her a chance to dwell on it and just

and

had already uncovered this, then let it be so

continued on their way, rocking in

two more days, the caravan

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

instantly tensed up, “Is it

his headset on and was

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

An avalanche.

it on TV that an avalanche

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

shook once there

they drove past before

avalanche. It

on to

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

probably going to open

the car for

get out of the

“Sure.”

draped the cold-protective clothing on

to the

her winter clothes and put on her hood before

soon as

It was cold.

her collar and leaned

also helping to shield her from most of the cold

is

the inner

here was wider than the narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or three people

were still steep and

into the invisible abyss below the clouds just

the deep valley below her feet, Florence asked in a

think there’s any chance of survival if someone falls

looked at the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

wasn’t sure, then the chances

a little tighter for