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 three

They would be happy.

in a

a little

to dwell on it and just threw

in a daze, and all the thoughts

had already uncovered this, then

incident, they continued on their way, rocking

days, the caravan

the shaking of the car

up,

and was always aware

in a deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche

An avalanche.

had watched it on TV that an

was white all around, with very

there was an avalanche.

past before the avalanche.

by an avalanche. It will take

went on to explain to

through the front window, she saw that almost all the people in the vehicles in front had gotten out of their cars and were walking

going to

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

the car and

“Sure.”

and draped the

to the warm condition in the car and the cold winter

quickly changed into her winter clothes and put

wind came whipping around as soon as

It was cold.

her collar and leaned into

also helping to shield her from most

road is slippery

Florence, walking on the inner side of the

had crossed previously. At least two

there were still steep and

the invisible abyss below the

below her

think there’s any chance of survival if someone falls

the cliff and pursed

“Leave it to fate.”

sure, then the chances of surviving were

Ernest a little tighter for