My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The result that Gemma had gotten in return from professing her love for Ernest was no different from those women whom had done the same to him.

She was outright rejected by him, and he had even estranged himself from her due to her feelings for him. In the end, she could no longer stay by his side anymore.

Her life during that period of alienation was a living hell for her as she thought that she had lost him completely.

It was not until that time when she had accidentally gotten into an accident to save Ernest that things had changed for her.

She was barely at death’s door from that terrible accident, but it was also a blessing in disguise as her pitiful condition had roused a sting of guilty conscience in Ernest. He had taken her as his little sister after that accident, and his promise to look after and protect her for the rest of her life had given her hope.

To be able to stay by his side once again albeit as his little sister this time had not affected her as she had always believed that there would not be any other women around him ever again due to his aloof and cold-hearted demeanor. She would be the one and only woman whom got to stay beside him despite only being his friend and little sister.

She would be fully contented as long as she could be the only woman by his side.

However, Florence had popped up all of a sudden beside him when Gemma had returned from her treatment overseas. Moreover, she could not stand Ernest’s overflowing and fervent love for Florence, and it had made her green with envy and driven her mad.

It was only after witnessing this side of him that she realized his cold-heartedness and distant manner that he had portrayed before this was because he had not met Florence yet.

While Gemma was still lost in her thought, Ernest’s speculative gaze had set on her at that moment, “Why are you here?”

His flat voice was tranquil but impassive and exuded apathy at the same time.

Gemma hurriedly pulled herself back to the present and explained, “I’ve heard that Florence is injured, so I’m swinging by to pay her a visit, but all of them have decided to not wait for me.”

She even gave Harold and the guys a dirty look while complaining about them ditching her and coming by themselves.

Harold instantly defended himself from her accusation, “That’s because you are not coming from the same direction as us, Missy.”

It turned out that Harold was the one whom had given away the news that Florence was hurt.

Ernest cast a frosty glance towards him in an unnoticed manner after grasping that realization, and Harold could immediately sense a gust of icy wind that had blown out of nowhere nipping at him, making him feel chilly to the bone as anxiety started to seep into him.

Harold gave out an awkward laugh, “It’s not easy for us to be gathered together, so let’s all take a seat and have some chinwag to strengthen our friendship…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ernest had cut in on him abruptly with his impassive voice which exuded unfeelingness and hardheartedness, “Get out from here as soon as Florence has woken up.”

Harold was stunned by his unsympathetic tone, “…”

rendered speechless as

to have a chat with them over a cup

all the way

a sorrowful look, and he raised his wrist to glance at his watch soon after, “Man, it’s almost dinner time now. It would be just in time for

a tone that was natural yet decisive, and he did not have any

never changed throughout all these years as he was still as provocative as

matter to him at all. As soon as Florence

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as the only reason that she had lied

this period of time due to the minor injury on her leg, and even if it was just merely going to the bathroom, she was not

his overwhelming conduct,

few days as she had never even set foot

loved to tease her the most had dropped in, she could not fathom how long she would be made fun of when the sight of Ernest

so she

phone

darkened gaze, and it was as if he had seen through the fact that

asked anxiously with a guilt-stricken

to

was suddenly thrown into a fluster as it had meant that they would be able to witness her being carried

even

her fingers and slumped into the bed with fatigue, looking as if all her energy had been sapped away from her, “Ouch! My head is still hurting, and I don’t think I have much appetite for now, so I’ll just skip dinner tonight. It’s better if I get more rest

get some sleep, a hand suddenly materialized

stood by the bed and stared at her with a faint smile on his face, “Are you

did he mean by her feeling

shook her head as she countered, “I have no idea what you’re saying right now. My head is hurting, so

to yank the blanket away from him, but Ernest was tugging at it, so no matter how hard she had dragged and pulled with all her might, she still could

really have to exert so much strength just to hold

and close his eyes to her acting seeing that she was a

exasperation, and in the end, she just simply let go of the blanket and

onto Ernest’s lips as he watched her perverse

gotten used to him unwittingly after getting along with him for the past few days,

coaxed her, “Go to sleep

of a sudden upon hearing his decision, and she put on a mirthless smile while staring at him, “There’s no need to wait for me. You guys

their leave willingly