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My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 358

He used to stay in this villa before. However, since the matter happened in the hospital, he hadn’t come back for a long time.

There were full of traces that Florence and he lived here as well as the emptiness left after she moved out. Everything would upset him a lot. Hence, he’d rather dump this villa.

However, he unconsciously drove here today.

Ernest’s eyes were darkened. He started the engine again and wanted to leave.

Then he glanced at the gift box with the pen on the passenger’s seat, which was given by Florence. He decided to put it in this villa as well.

From now on, he didn’t need to carry it around.

All those things would remind him of Florence, and he had already suffered from it once.

Ernest pressed his lips and turned off the engine. With the gift box in his hands, he got off.

He walked to the door of the villa step by step. His paces were heavy, and he emanated loneliness all over his body.

Arriving at the door, when he was to open the lock with his fingerprint, a scene flashed through his mind naturally.

It was the first time when he hanged out with her. He pretended to be drunk, so she helped him come back home in difficulty. At that time, he pulled her hand and pressed her fingerprint on this cipher lock.

She was quite confused at that time. Thinking of her shy look, he still thought that she looked so adorable.

However, Ernest looked at the dusty door, his eyes darkened again. The loneliness almost drowned him.

He stiffed and stood motionless in front of the door for a long time. As if the scene appeared in his mind countless times and he even couldn’t recall it, he finally reached out stiffly. “Beep.” The door was unlocked.

As soon as the door was open, the musty smell from the house that had not been taken care of for a long time came to his face immediately.

In the past, when Ernest was on business trips, he wouldn’t come to this villa for a long time. However, from time to time, the servants would come over and clean them. This time, why didn’t anyone come over and clean it?

Ernest guessed that probably everyone had known that he dumped this villa.

Depressed, Ernest strode in.

When he arrived at the entrance hall, he was about to change into slippers, but he paused. He gaped at everything in the house in an extreme surprise.

The decoration was completely different from what it used to be.

Colorful ribbons were hanging in the house and a lot of balloons were either in the air or on the floor. The whole house was full of joy as if it were a festival.

In the mid of the room, he could see a big square gift box that was quite eye-catching, on which there was a bowknot. Undoubtedly, it was a gift.

However, the house had been empty for a long time. The gift box was dusty. Also, a lot of balloons were broken. The left ones were either dusty or sunk.

Ernest was always a neat freak. If anything became dusty, he wouldn’t lay a finger on it. However, at this moment, those things shocked him as if he was struck by the lightning.

He wondered why his villa was decorated in this way. It emanated a romantic atmosphere to welcome him back.

Judging from the layer of the dust, he was sure that it was decorated when he was in the hospital.

Nobody else had the key to enter this house but Florence, who had her fingerprint in the cipher lock.

He wondered if Florence had done all of these. Did she want to welcome him back home from the hospital?

At the thought of it, Ernest felt shocked.

She was late to go to the hospital that day, and then she left without hesitation. He had never thought about this kind of possibility.

However, he recalled that just a few days before he was leaving the hospital, Florence was always busy outside. He didn’t know what she was doing during those days. But if she was busy decorating the house...

Ernest’s heart shook violently. His eyes were reddened slightly. In a panic, he stiffly reached to open the gift box by pulling the bowknot.

“Pak!” The gift box was opened like a flower blooming.

There were more ribbons, balloons, and flower petals in this gift box. There was a small stool in it as if it was for someone to sit.

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