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

didn’t give her a chance to dwell on it and just threw the

a daze, and all the thoughts in

this, then let it be so

continued on

more days,

stopped, the shaking of the car

tensed up,

on and was

deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not

An avalanche.

TV that an avalanche was enough to bury people

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

there

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

covered by an avalanche. It

on to explain to

in the vehicles in front

going to

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

get out of the

“Sure.”

the cold-protective

used to the warm condition in the

her winter clothes and put on her hood before getting out

came whipping around as soon as she

It was cold.

collar and leaned into Ernest’s arms

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

is slippery

Florence, walking on the inner side of

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

steep and bottomless cliffs beside the

here, he would roll into the invisible abyss

her feet, Florence asked in a

there’s any chance of survival if

cliff and pursed

“Leave it to fate.”

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

little tighter for