My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 590: Florence, I Love You

Florence was happy and wanted to cry at the same time. It had been so long since she had hugged and kissed Ernest like this.

They had both encountered too many thrills and chills during this period, nearly parting with life and death.

The hug now was precious.

Florence reached out instinctively along Ernest’s waist, hugging him tightly.

Tears slid down her face as she responded to him.

Ernest kissed her cheek along the traces of her tears, kissing them away little by little.

His kiss was gentle and yet deadly.

His voice was low and earnest, just like having a vow.

“Florence, we will never be apart again.”

They would never leave each other for the rest of their lives.

The fountain behind him spurted up high with a swish and then scattered down.

The shape of the water flowing was actually a heart shape from the perspective of Florence!

She stared in amazement and her eyes blurred with tears, feeling surprised.

Needless to say, this must have been arranged by Ernest too.

She smiled happily, “This is so-called that even the fountain is in the shape of loving you, right?”

Ernest was gazing faintly at Florence, replying to her with an ‘umm’.

Florence was just joking, but she didn’t expect that he would admit it so openly.

She was a little taken by surprise, looking at him dumbly with a red face.

Ernest was solemn as he said, “Florence, I love you.”

Florence was dumbfounded and baffled.

She looked at him in a daze, feeling so surprised that she couldn’t believe her ears.

Did Ernest just say, ‘I love you?’

He said, ‘I love you!’

in her heart made Florence even stop

really loved him

…

group of people into a hair salon

busy with business, stopped moving

they doing, being

amazement, “The man in the

man, quickly reacted after being shocked by

here to have a hair

icily

said in a

“Huh? Phoebe?”

hastily replied with a smile, “We don’t have anyone called

voice and shouted a few times to the people in

the people looked at each

Stanford was grim-faced.

We really don’t have anyone called Phoebe here. Did you find the

a grim face and full of

any patience, “Search

bodyguards behind him immediately scattered and headed

manager turned pale

Behind me

impatiently, “He’s so noisy.

“Yes, Young Master.”

sympathetically. Stanford hadn’t found Phoebe yet for the past two days, and he was

up with him would simply be playing

again. Instead, his face was gloomy as he strode towards the corridor fiercely as if he was

and hairdressers outside were shivering with fear at the sight of

of

screams sounded one

curses

are

“Stop looking! Stop it!”

them was the

corridor was in chaos for more than ten

did Stanford walk out from the

him and asked with concern, “Young master, have you found Miss

What nonsense was he asking? If he had found her, would

photo from his suit bag and walked

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