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

They would be happy.

a meagre

a

on it and just threw the contraceptive pill into the bin

it in a daze, and all the

had already uncovered this, then let it be so

on their

two more days,

when they stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t stop. It swayed slightly, just like

tensed up, “Is it

and was always

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

An avalanche.

it on TV that an avalanche

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

there was an

drove past before

ahead was covered by an avalanche. It will take a

to explain to Florence

in the vehicles in front had gotten out of

were probably going to

sitting in the car for a long time,

the car and have a

“Sure.”

the cold-protective clothing on Florence’s

already gotten used to the warm condition in the car and

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

cold wind came whipping around as soon as she got out

It was cold.

up her collar and leaned

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

road is slippery and wonky

led Florence, walking on the inner side

mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two

steep and bottomless

into the invisible abyss below the clouds just like a

deep valley below her feet, Florence

do you think there’s any chance of

cliff and pursed

“Leave it to fate.”

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

to Ernest a little tighter