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.

and he stared back

do something to

woman's gaze at a man had always been the greatest invitation in the eyes

blushed and she

scolded, "What a

at her and a light

a rascal

seemed to have raised the temperature

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

flushed and she quickly buried herself in the quilt,

looked at her coquettish reaction and his

a deep worry under his

it was just a

window at the vast snow outside, the uncertainty of looking for

years

convenient and easy to pack. It did not occupy huge

was already a rare delicacy

balanced nutrition and was

satisfied when her stomach became full and she felt her

environment, the man next to her had given her the most intimate care

a sudden, she was no longer afraid of the

Ernest's hand was still hanging around his neck, but he seemed to look much

worked together to pack things up, and after a while, they put all the tents

They set off again.

and Florence embraced each other and

time felt sluggish as they suffered yet it

almost recovered and he did

Florence's health and condition were

as she looked at the snow, only dazzled. Her

took only a few days to turn fondness into

she would never want to see snow again in her life. She must find a warm, spring-like place

was she was still enshrouded by coldness that drilled into

was also invaded by endless tiredness that would

She was exhausted.

strength drained away little by little. Every step of the way

walking for centuries, but the road ahead was still covered with