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 child in just

They would be happy.

in a

a little

on it

looked at it in a daze, and all the thoughts in her mind were

this, then

they continued on their way,

two more days,

of the car didn’t stop. It

tensed up, “Is it

was always aware of

an avalanche not long ago up

An avalanche.

that an avalanche was enough

it was white all around, with very thick piles

once there was

that they drove past before

ahead was covered by an avalanche. It will take a while to

on to

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

were probably going to open the

so happened that Florence had also been sitting in the car for a long time, and her body was a little sore

out of the car

“Sure.”

readily and draped the

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

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

as soon as she got out

It was cold.

her collar and

helping to shield

The road is slippery

led Florence, walking on the inner side

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

and

roll into the invisible abyss below

below her feet,

chance of survival if

cliff

“Leave it to fate.”

sure, then the chances of surviving were not

Ernest a little tighter for fear of