My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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!’

three words that throbbed in her

knew that she really

…

Murtha City, Stanford led a group of people

the hair salon, which had been busy with business, stopped moving

they doing, being

women whispered in amazement, “The

obese middle-aged man, quickly reacted after being shocked

here to have a hair wash or

icily at

a stern voice, “Where’s

“Huh? Phoebe?”

a moment and hastily replied with a smile, “We don’t have anyone called Phoebe here. I wonder if it’s any customer

voice and shouted a few

looked at each other, and nobody came

Stanford was grim-faced.

seen it. We really don’t

a grim face and

ordered without any patience, “Search

he just said, the bodyguards behind him immediately scattered and headed towards

pale with fear

hurriedly went over to stop them, “We really don’t have anyone called Phoebe here. You must have found the wrong place. Behind me is a private place. You can’t just barge in on account of the

“He’s so

“Yes, Young Master.”

Stanford hadn’t found Phoebe yet for the past two days, and he was in a nasty

dared to mess up with him would simply be playing with

didn’t even look at the manager again. Instead, his face was gloomy as he strode towards the corridor fiercely as if he

customers and hairdressers outside were shivering with fear at

screams of frightened men and women from inside

sounded one after

curses came out

the hell are you?

“Stop looking! Stop it!”

them was

the corridor was in

walk out from the back

to him and asked with concern, “Young master, have

he asking? If he had found her, would he still come out

bother with Addison as he took out a photo from his suit bag and walked right up to the