My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Darkness was enveloping both Ernest and Florence as if it was going to swallow both of them.

The entire hall was plunged into gloom as if it was obscured by thick and black clouds and the storm was brewing.

It was depressing and gloomy.

All the people from the Turner family looked at Ernest with mixed feelings while sighing in heart.

Even Theodore was shocked and looked at Ernest with a pale face.

Even though he didn’t like Ernest, but he was his only grandson. Even if he was deprived of the right to be the heir, he could have been alive and lived the rest of his life in peace.

Unfortunately….

The scene when he met Jennifer for the last time flashed into Theodore’s mind. At that time, she was at her twenties but she escaped from the Turner family and him. And then, she died of the genetic disease before reaching her thirty.

She should have been the best heir of the Turner family.

Her son inherited her pure blood and also should be the perfect future patriarch of the Turner family.

However, Jennifer escaped and refused to be married to the son of the Fraser family while Ernest fell in love with Florence by colossal accident. It should have been a happy ending, but Ernest turned out to be infertile because of Benjamin.

He couldn’t have children so he was useless.

In Theodore’s all life, he had never imagined that his daughter and grandson, the two closest family members to him, would be dead before himself.

And that who should be the heir of the Turner family became a difficult problem.

Theodore looked weak and weary as if he got ten years older in a moment.

Stanford’s eyes grew dark and grave. He stood up, tall and strong, and came to Florence.

He reached out his hand and patted on Florence’s shoulder gently.

“Flory, you shouldn’t have been with him. It doesn’t work out between you two. Let it go and let me take you home.”

Florence got stiffened all of a sudden and stopped crying, leaving the tears on her cheeks.

Let it go?

toward Ernest’s hands on

held her with his

But now ….

suddenly and grabbed Ernest’s

yet firmly, with

or not, no matter you have three years or decades left, I will

dilated, with light

tightly and stared at her

Florence, was stiffened and cold, and he didn’t hold her

her heart was pierced by a nail, feeling badly hurt

she was going to face, but she was afraid

shaking and nervous voice, “Ernest, three years, we still have three years left! I’ll be with you all the time. I’ll be there whatever you want to do. We could travel around the world to look for doctors. Perhaps, perhaps there

are together, we can’t give up,

Ernest

down. She was the most vulnerable and weakest one, but

and

was afraid that he would let

he should be the one to be

eyes, all the sadness and bitter in his heart became strong and twisted threads, entangling him with her

years is

palm slowly and then closed it gently, holding Florence’s little cold hand

be with

every

hand holding hers tightly, Florence finally

as long as

had no fears any

held Ernest’s hand tightly and spoke in a tearful yet firm voice, “We can do a lot of things in three years. We can stay together for 24 hours every day. We can travel together to see the ocean and the grassy plain. We can do all the things that most people didn’t find time to do

would do all of them and

with mixed feeling. His heart was

and then leave her alone in the

It would be cruel.

done for him, it was impossible for him to let her go. He only got three years

a new relationship after he died,