My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 428

She shook her head, “I don’t believe it. Ernest wouldn’t give up on me, and nor would he give up on our love.”

She refused to believe it.

“But he’s gone. He was defeated and ran away!”

Stanford grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look into his eyes. He said seriously, stressing each syllable, “Flory, this means a big humiliation for a man. Ernest Hawkins is such a proud man, so he couldn’t endure it. He has lost his right to love you.”

Florence didn’t understand about the so-called war between men, and nor could she understand what terrifying things had happened between them.

However, the words “given up” kept stinging her heart like needles.

Ernest was gone. She wondered if it indeed meant that he had given up on her.

With concern, Stanford patted her on her shoulder and heaved a deep sigh.

“Flory, I know you are quite upset now. But only after you know what kind of man he is, you won’t be suffered in the future. Flory, from now on, you are free.”

After finishing his words, Stanford didn’t have the heart to see Florence suffer. He strode into the house.

His eyes were dimmed.

What happened in the past few weeks kept flashing through his mind.

He had been fighting against Ernest during this period of time. All through the years, he was so arrogant in the world. However, this was the first time that he had enjoyed the battle so much. Ernest was like a good match for him on the battlefield, and Stanford even had an illusion of meeting a confidant.

Ernest wasn’t weaker than him in terms of means and power.

However, he had considered too much - because Stanford was Florence’s older brother, Ernest still kept holding his trump card and showed mercy on Stanford. That was why he was gradually suppressed by Stanford.

Until last night, Ernest had a chance to fight back, but he didn’t make the move.

His so-called failure wasn’t the real failure.

Stanford was always a man of noble character, and he had never taken the advantage of anyone. However, Ernest was so difficult to be defeated. For Florence, Stanford had to defeat him and force him to leave here.

Stanford knew that it wasn’t an honored victory.

If there would be another chance, he wished that he would fight against Ernest nobly...

Stanford stopped in the corridor and looked down at Florence in the yard, who seemed to be quite disappointed and lonely, and heaved a sigh.

Unfortunately, they’d better not meet each other again for the rest of life.

The news that Stanford had confirmed was out of her expectation. She was agape and didn’t know what to do.

She couldn’t believe that Ernest had gone like this. Now they were worlds apart. How could she meet him again?

Also, he had given up. It would be impossible for him to gain approval from her family...

With reddish eyes, Florence stubbornly tried to hold back the tears that welled up in her tears.

She still didn’t believe it. She didn’t believe that Ernest would give up so easily.

He was the most capable man, Ernest Hawkins. There shouldn’t be anything that he would fail to do.

Taking a deep breath, Florence trotted out of the villa.

Sure enough, as Stanford had told her, she wasn’t grounded any longer. She trotted out of the iron gate of her villa, and nobody tried to stop her.

Even a drive was ready to send her wherever she was going.

Florence didn’t refuse. She sat in the car and recalled that Ernest was staying in Cindery Hotel when having the video chat with him last time. She asked the driver to send her there.

When she walked into the hotel, Florence trotted upstairs and looked for Ernest’s president suite.

Walking in the corridor, from afar, she saw the door of the suite was opened.

Her lifeless heart suddenly jumped into her thoughts. She felt quite excited. The door was opened, so she believed that Ernest was still there.

She trotted over in a hurry, “Hi, Ernest. I...”

Before finishing her words, Florence saw the situation in the suite clearly. She couldn’t utter any word at all.

Currently, there were two cleaners in the suite, cleaning the house. Besides the furniture belonging to the hotel, she couldn’t see any personal belonging.

Florence stiffed, her throat dried out.

The cleaners stopped changing the bedsheet and looked at Florence in confusion, “Hi, Miss. What can we do for you?”

Florence looked at them with twinkled eyes.

After a hesitation, she asked awkwardly, “Where is the guest of this room?”

“The guest checked out last night.”

The answer was like the last straw that crashed down Florence.

Looking at him in despair, she asked, “Why do you have to force Ernest to leave? Why? I’m so happy when I’m with him. Why don’t you allow me to be happy?”

Stanford was taken aback instantly, frowning deeply.

Only God knew how much he wanted her to be the happiest girl in this world. He always wished that she would be surrounded by happiness all her life without shedding a single tear.

“Flory, I did it for your good. You’ll understand in the future. The happiness that Ernest could give you wasn’t the happiness at all.”

“You don’t understand it at all. None of you understand it!”

Florence took a few steps back while sobbing.

With tearful eyes, she said in a sad and lonely voice, “You all told me that they are doing it for my own good. You’ve made the decision for me. Have you ever asked me if I’m willing to or if I want it? I love him now. I trust him. Even if we wouldn’t be happy in the future, I’m willing to.”

Who could fully guarantee his or her future would be happy?

She just wanted to cherish the moment and cherish the current beloved man.

Upon hearing her words, Stanford felt as if he got a strike from the lightning.

Looking at Florence in a daze, he repeated her words in disbelief, “You’re willing to even if you won’t be happy in the future?”

He couldn’t help wondering how persistent she was so that she was so willing to.

Did Florence love Ernest so deeply?

“Flory, but I’m your brother, and I can’t bear to see you get hurt,” Stanford said deeply, his tone quite low.

His voice was almost covered by the rain.

However, Florence still heard him. His words were like open a door in her heart, poking at the softest and sorest spot in her heart.

She finally burst into tears after trying her best to hold them back.

She knew her brother and parents were doing it for her good. They planned for her future wholeheartedly, so they had done so. However, the more she could understand them, the more collapsing and helpless she was.

In the name of love, she couldn’t blame anyone or complain about anyone, but she couldn’t love the man she loved either.

The overwhelming despair almost drowned her, pulling her into the abyss.

Florence wondered what else she could do...