My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

They were now facing a tough situation and had to race against the clock to get out of the snowfield.

They should not sleep any longer.

Florence’s urge to sleep vanished in an instant and she opened her eyes at once, about to sit up from the quilt.

As she just moved, Ernest held her down.

"Wait, it's cold outside. Get dressed under the covers."

With that, Ernest sat up from the side. He took out Florence's clothes from behind, and shoved them into her arms.

The moment Ernest left, the cold wind instantly blew in from the outside, and Florence could feel the piercing cold.

But in a flash, her arms were stuffed with clothes, which were still warm.

Florence was a little surprised and she looked at Ernest. Had he covered her clothes with the quilt when she was still asleep just now?

This was what she used to do when it was too cold in the winter. She would take the clothes she was going to wear to bed and cover them with quilt in advance.

Yet she did not expect that Ernest who was so superior and thought he was beyond all humans would do such thing for her.

Florence was touched and gratitude bubbled up inside her.

Seeing Florence's dazed and admirable eyes, Ernest's eyes went slightly deep. Her expression worked especially well on him.

He let out a pleasant smile and said in a doting way, "Put on your clothes first, I'll heat the meal up."

He then sat up from the quilt and put on his clothes slowly.

Florence looked at him while being startled. She had a continuous surge of complex feeling.

At this moment, Ernest looked like he had gradually become an ordinary human. These things might not have happened to him throughout his whole life.

Yet he who was behaving in this kind of way made her feel how a real life should be on the other hand.

It turned out they could still be a loving, ordinary couple.

Ernest was about to heat up the food they brought, but his action froze when he sensed her extremely enthusiastic eyes.

he stared back at her

something to

a man had always been

she hurriedly

and scolded, "What

at her and a light smile broke

rascal only

seemed to

and she wanted to accuse him for being shameless, but she

cheeks flushed and she quickly buried herself in the quilt, beginning to put on

reaction and his heart seemed to be

there was a deep

life, even if it was just a simple and ordinary life, he would enjoy it. But he was concerned

at the vast snow outside, the uncertainty of looking

years

easy to pack. It did not occupy

taste was worse than that of fresh food, it was already a

had balanced nutrition and was good at

when her stomach became full and

next to her had given her the most

was no longer

neck, but he seemed to look much better, and

to pack things up, and

They set off again.

Florence embraced each other and walked slowly in the thick

as they suffered

almost recovered and he did not need to hang his arm

and condition were getting

and awe-struck as she looked at the snow,

days to

want to see snow again in her life. She must find a warm, spring-like place to spend the rest

enshrouded by

also invaded by endless tiredness that would make her suffer

She was exhausted.

countless distances and endure the bitter cold. Her strength drained away little by little.

of all, she felt that she had been walking for centuries, but the road ahead was still covered with