My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 64

A strange feeling welled up within her, and Florence blurted out, “I don’t know where I am now. I have missed my stop, and now I am at the final stop at the end of route 18.”

“Just wait for me there.”

After saying that, Ernest hung up his phone.

Florence stared at the display of her phone and felt that she couldn’t describe what she was feeling at the moment. Anyhow, she felt a little relieved compared to earlier on.

Ernest was coming to get her.

She no longer felt so scared anymore. She surveyed her surroundings and decided to sit down on her luggage under a lamp post.

When Florence felt really bored, all of a sudden, a few paper bank notes flew by in front of her.

They were white in color, and they were fluttering right in front of her eyes.

When Florence recalled her surrounding, she suddenly felt herself go stiff. A chill started to run down her spine.

She snapped her head up in fear, and what she saw was a team of people dressed in white coming from the direction of the crematorium and they were carrying a photo of an old man, presumably his ashes. They were sulking forward while weeping, and at the same time they were scattering paper money on the road.

There were a dozen of them, and their presence in the dark aroused a feeling of terror in the surrounding atmosphere.

Florence’s whole body was rigid as she gaped at them and the paper bank notes fluttering about on the ground. She felt a strange tingling sensation in her heart.

Amongst the troop of people, a middle-aged woman noticed Florence. She asked, “Young lady, why are you here alone in the middle of the night? The crematorium is just in front. Aren’t you feeling scared?”

It would be fine if that woman didn’t broach this topic. Now, Florence was really feeling scared.

She gnashed her teeth and shook her head, pretending to be strong-willed.

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh, it would be fine if that’s the case. It’s not good for you to stay in this place, especially at night. You better leave soon.”

The woman gave her a piece of advice before rejoining the team.

Florence was left standing there feeling pretty terrible. This woman didn’t really give her any sense of concern, instead Florence felt spooked.

As she watched those people getting further and further away from her, silence once again descended around her. The only difference was that the ground was scattered with paper notes.

From time to time, a night breeze would come by and whip them all up into the air.

In the dead silence and the dark night, the atmosphere felt strangely creepy for some reason.

Florence was shaking with fear as she clutched her luggage close to her as her other hand fumbled around for her phone to make a call to Ernest.

Her call was picked up almost instantaneously.

Florence asked nervously, “Mr. Hawkins, where are you now? How long until you reach me?”

“Ten minutes.”

Ernest’s usual cool voice sounded. Then, he followed up, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“Your voice tells me that something is wrong with you.”

Ernest interrupted Florence’ words.

Florence looked at the paper notes on the floor and began in a tiny voice after some hesitation, “Actually… there is a crematorium nearby, and some people was going through a funeral procession just now. I feel a little afraid all alone in this place.”

There was a pause at the other end of the phone, and then came Ernest’s teasing tone, “I thought that you are someone brave.”

Florence stubbornly refuted after getting looked down on by him, “I mean, I am just feeling a little afraid. That’s all.”

“Yes, right. A little afraid.”

Ernest mimicked her words.

Florence couldn’t sense any sort of acknowledgment from his side despite his words. She was getting looked down on once again.

She felt a little frustrated, “I am just by the road, and there is only one road here. You will be able to see me once you reach. That’s all, I’m hanging up now.”

She wasn’t going to continue this banter with him, or else she would became infuriated.

Ernest ignored her and interjected once again, “Have you thought of how you are going to repay my kindness?”

Although a few days had elapsed, but she had been very busy. Florence really had no clue about that yet.

She paused momentarily before replying, “Mr. Hawkins, I want to give you a little present as my thanks. Is that acceptable for you?”