My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest felt contented holding Florence and sniffing her unique fragrance.
How he wished that he could hold her this way and kiss her.
But he was very rational.
Ernest's low voice was tinged with a playful laugh. "They'll wake up soon. They might take it the wrong way if they see you in my
arms," said Ernest in a low voice with a tinge of joke.
They would take it the wrong way seeing Florence in Ernest's arms?
Florence suddenly froze. Her happiness faded away, leaving only depression and helplessness.
And shame.
They were boyfriend and girlfriend and it was normal that they hugged each other like this.
Florence groaned and released Ernest. She sat back in her seat, far away from him.
Ernest pinched Florence's little face and smiled, "Be good. When we go back, you can hug me as you like and you can do
anything to me."
"Who wants to do anything to you?" Florence angrily patted Ernest's hand away.
"I want to do whatever I want to you," laughed Ernest.
His frankness made Florence's cheeks suddenly flushed like a ripe apple.
She was embarrassed and did not know how to face the shameless man.
Ernest was in a happy mood, looking at Florence's angry face with affection.
"Are you hungry? Go to the kitchen and make some porridge, OK?" said Ernest in a low voice.
Unconsciously, Florence asked, "You want some?"
The most important thing to Florence was that Ernest wanted to drink the porridge.
Ernest nodded, feeling warm. "Yes."

"I'll cook it right away."
Florence stood up, but she didn't leave right away. Instead, she looked at Ernest and said earnestly, "You must get some sleep
now."
Even if Ernest wanted to finish it as soon as possible, he couldn't work on end without rest.
Ernest thought he could get back to work after coaxing Florence into cooking gruel, but she reminded him to sleep.
He really wanted to refuse, but he loved her, so he would listen to her.
Ernest nodded. "I'll take a nap for a while. Wake me up when you get the porridge ready."
It would take three hours to make porridge.
Ernest might not have a good sleep, but it was better than not sleeping at all.
Florence thought about it for a moment and said, "OK, I'll make porridge and you go to sleep."
With that, she took off her coat and put it on Ernest.
It was easy to catch cold when sleeping.
Ernest felt warmer and happier to see Florence so thoughtful.
It seemed that everything would be fine as long as Florence was with him.
It had been snowing all day, and it seemed not to stop.
They were surrounded by the towering snowy mountains, with no way out.
Stanford and Collin stood in the snow. They were fully armed, covering their faces, mouths and noses, and only exposed a pair
of eyes behind safety goggles.
They lost their car, and the road ahead had caved in. So they had to climb by hand.
Having been walking in the snow for more than ten days, they were exhausted.
But they did not dare to waste any time. Since they had lost their car, they had to walk to Raflad.

A few days ago, they found that Florence and Ernest, who had been very weak, had suddenly recovered.
In the snow where there was no water and food, men might cost their life.
But since they could survive from the hardship, it meant that they got out of the impasse, or were saved.
Such being the case, that would be the happy news for Stanford.
And that was the biggest goal for Stanford to press forward.
If they were not mistaken, Florence and Ernest were already in Raflad, and they were waiting for them there. They had to get
there quickly and helped them.
But without the car and most of their equipment, they found the journey very difficult.
They had climbed over the mountains, and they could only inch forward.
They didn't know when they would get to Raflad if they went on so slowly.
Florence and Ernest acted alone and they even fell down the cliff, but they both reached Raflad first.
Either it was the right way down the cliff, or someone just happened to save them.
If it was the first situation, Stanford might probably be on the wrong track, and if it was the second situation, they had to move on
and wait for help.
"Mr. Fraser, we found something!"
At this moment, two men helped each other, and walked through the snow with excitement.
Standing on the edge of the mountain, Stanford suddenly turns around and asked, "What's that?"
The bodyguards he brought with him had undergone severe training. They were both strong physically and mentally so they
rarely made a fuss.
The only thing that would make them lose their composure would be a big discovery.

One of the men seemed agitated. He took off his mask and said, "When we were pressing ahead, we found a secret tunnel! It
was built by men!"
Desolate and uninhabited, here were the barren mountains, where snow would fall all the year round.
There was no road as well of course.
But there was an artificial tunnel. What did that mean?
No one was going to build a tunnel in the barren mountains, except the men from Raflad.
The man continued, "The tunnel is so hidden and covered with snow that it would be impossible to find it. But it seems that
someone used it these days, and cleared the snow so that it could be easier to get through. The tunnel is visible now."
As he said so, he felt excited.
The exit of the tunnel was far apart. It was small and remote, not easy to be found, plus it was snowing hard. The exit would
soon be covered by snow again.
If they had not just passed through the tunnel at this time, they would have missed them.
Stanford was thrilled and immediately said, "Where is it? Take me there."
The tunnel might be the shortcut to Raflad.
The sight of the tunnel rekindled their hopes.
Finally, they managed to get in the tunnel.
There was no light in the tunnel, which was cold and dark, and seemed endless.
But it was a lot better than outside.
When they entered the tunnel, they immediately looked around vigilantly to know about the surroundings.