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

They would be happy.

in a

a

to dwell on it and just threw

at it in a daze, and all the thoughts

this, then let it be so to use

this incident, they continued on their way,

more days, the

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

up, “Is it an

had his headset on and was always

a deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not long ago up ahead. It’s just

An avalanche.

had watched it on TV that an avalanche was enough

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

there

not that they drove past before the avalanche. Otherwise, all of them would have been

an avalanche. It will take a while to

on to explain to Florence

the vehicles in front had gotten out of

going to open the

sitting in the car for a long time, and her body

of the

“Sure.”

readily and draped the cold-protective clothing

had already gotten used to the warm condition in the car and

and put on her

soon as she

It was cold.

and leaned into

while also helping to shield her

The road is

led Florence, walking on the inner side

had crossed previously. At

steep and bottomless cliffs beside

invisible abyss below the clouds

below her feet, Florence asked

there’s any chance of survival if someone falls from

looked at the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

said he wasn’t sure, then the

clung to Ernest a little