My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

As she stood in the hall, Ernest came out of the kitchen. He carried a dish and wore an apron.
With a gentle smile on his face, he said,
“The food is ready, come and eat.”
Florence looked at him in a daze. She was a little confused about when did Ernest know how to cook.
When he wore the apron, it was not incongruous at all. He was still so charmingly handsome.
Ernest put down his plate, turned around and walked in front of Florence.
He hooked her chin with his index finger and his gaze was aggressive.
“Are you seducing me to eat you first by looking at me like that?”
His eyes were flickered with the fire that she was familiar with.
Florence was flushed. She stepped back shyly, “I’ll eat first.”
After saying that, she hurriedly ran to the dining table and sat down.
There were about ten dishes that she liked on the dining table.
At once, Florence felt that it was mouthwatering and she was very hungry.
She felt that she did not enjoy such a sumptuous meal for long. She was looking forward to eating them.
She immediately picked up her chopsticks and was about to start eating.
But just as the chopsticks were picked up, a broad palm pressed on her small hand.
“Don’t eat in a hurry, feed the baby first.”
Ernest sat beside her. More amazingly, he was holding a little boy of about one year old in his arms.
The face was exquisite as if it was carved. It was more beautiful than a doll.
Florence was stunned, whose child was this?

“Mummy, mummy hugs ...”
The child stretched out his short little hand and directed them towards Florence.
She had a child?
When did this happen?
Before she could think clearly, the child jumped and hugged her. She also hugged him by reflex action.
In her arms, his little body was incredibly soft and comfortable to hug.
Florence instantly took on the role. She loved him so much that her heart was instantly filled with motherly love.
“Mummy, I want to eat meat, meat...”
The child nestled softly in Florence’s arms and his tiny fingers were pointing at the stack of fried meats on the table.
That was also her favourite food.
Florence looked at the colourful and fragrant fried meat and swallowed her saliva.
She hesitantly said, “You are still young, you can’t eat spicy food, how about eating other meats?”
“I don’t want, I want to eat that.”
The child shook his head firmly, opened his big eyes and stared at Florence.
That pitiful look made people overlook his capriciousness and look at him softheartedly.
Florence lost her principles and picked up the meat to feed him.
Then, there came Ernest’s displeased voice.
“Florence, what are you doing? He’s only one year old, he’s not allowed to eat chillies!”
Florence froze and turned her head to look at Ernest’s angry face. His face was full of censure.
She panicked and tried to explain, “I...”

“You have no sense of responsibility at all, I’m disappointed in you!”
Ernest’s cold voice interrupted Florence’s words.
His expression was cold and ruthless. It was very different from before. He even reached out his hands directly to forcibly snatch
the child from Florence’s arms.
He stood up and looked at her coldly, “I’ll take the child away now. I don’t want you anymore.”
After saying that, he brought the child and walked outside without any hesitation.
His tall back was cold and chilling.
Florence looked at Ernest’s back in a daze. There came a sharp pain from her heart, as if she was about to suffocate.
She panicked and went after him hurriedly.
“Don’t go, don’t abandon me, don’t go ...”
She ran very fast in a hurry. When she reached the door, she did not notice the steps at the doorway and missed her step. She
fell to the ground.
Florence woke up with a jolt.
She opened her eyes in a daze and flickered her eyes for a long time, unable to return to her senses.
In front of her eyes was not the cold ground but a pure white ceiling with flower patterns carved on it.
It turned out that everything that had just happened was a dream.
She had regained her consciousness gradually. The pain and depression in her heart dissipated. It was only a dream. It was
impossible for Ernest to abandon her.
Luckily, it was only a dream.
Florence let out a sigh of relief. She relaxed her nerves and regained her normal thinking.
In her mind, the scene before she passed out flashed through her mind quickly.

Oh yeah, she had fainted in the snow. She knew how bad her situation was. She thought that she was bound to die.
But now she was obviously still alive.
Furthermore, she did not feel cold.
Thinking of something, Florence sat up violently and looked around with an excited expression.
At the moment, she was sitting on a one-and-a-half metre bed, surrounded by no other furniture, but with beautiful floral patterns
painted on the walls.
A few steps away was the door, but there was no door, instead, a curtain was there.
The style of the place was different from the place where she usually lived, but it was enough to make her happy.
It was because she was not in the snow anymore!
She felt the warmth in the air.
The feeling of coming back from death made Florence feel very ecstatic. She got out of the bed in excitement and wanted to go
out and have a look.
She wanted to look for Ernest.
But just as she got out of the bed, the curtain was pulled open from the outside and then a fat middle-aged woman walked in.
Her voice was coarse and high-pitch. She spoke broken Mandarin in a thick accent, “You’ve woken up?”
She was an unfamiliar woman that Florence had never seen before. She thought that it should be the owner of the house who
had saved her.
She immediately smiled and nodded.
“Yea, I’m awake, thank you for saving me.”
“No need to thank me, I didn’t save you.”
The woman denied it. She put the basin of water that she was carrying on the end of the bed.”

Her voice was heavy as she said, “You can wash your own face now, right? Finally, I don’t have to serve you anymore.”
She did not conceal her disgusted look.
Florence was stunned for a moment. She felt a little uncomfortable being treated like this.
With her excellent personality, she tried to be polite.
“I’m sorry for troubling you for the past two days. May I ask, who saved me? Where is the man who was with me?”
The woman was impatient as Florence asked her questions.
She replied in a bad tone, “It was my man who found you when he went to the snowy mountains and dragged you back.”
“He indeed has some mental problem, dragging back two almost dying people from so far away and putting trouble for me.”
After a disgusted glance at Florence, she added, “Since you have woken up, I won’t serve you anymore. Wash your face and eat
on your own.”
Florence was a little embarrassed.
She had obviously bothered this woman to take care of her when she was unconscious. She felt sorry, but when she said it in
such a direct and disgusting way, she felt even more sorry.
It was a little bit embarrassing.
Florence hurriedly nodded, “Okay, so, where is the man who was with me.”
The first person she wanted to see right away when she woke up was Ernest.