My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 379

Ernest saw a group of boys and girls in weird costumes, quite attractive. They were dancing violently. In his opinion, they were like a group of evils dancing.

He couldn’t enjoy it at all.

Disgusted, when he was about to look away, unexpectedly, he saw a petite figure.

She was dressed in an ancient Chinese robe, the hemline of which reached the bottom of her feet. She was wearing a purple wig with neat bangs and a thin veil, which covered more than half of her face.

Only her smart and twinkling eyes were exposed. She was looked at somewhere below the float and didn’t notice his gaze.

He couldn’t see the shape of her eyes and appearance clearly, but his heart skipped a beat violently. He felt as if all his blood were solidified.

Seemingly the girl he had been searching for a long time appeared in front of him all of a sudden.

Ernest’s heart jumped to his throat. Subconsciously, he wanted to approach and take a closer look at her. However, suddenly, several men bumped into him and blocked his way.

“Excuse us. Please move.”

A few young men seemed to be drunk, staggering to bump into the crowd around the float.

Ernest frowned, took a few steps back. When he looked up again, the group of people were still swaying at random, and he couldn’t differentiate them from each other. The petite girl was gone completely.

Ernest’s held his breath, wondering where she had gone.

“Mr. Hawkins, are you all right? I’m sorry I couldn’t block those drunk men and let them bump into you.”

Timothy stood in front of Ernest, looking quite tense, sweat oozing on his forehead. He was so afraid that others would boldly bump into Ernest again.

Mr. Hawkins never liked to be touched by any stranger.

Upon hearing Timothy’s words, Ernest was taken aback for a moment, and then he returned to his senses.

He wondered what happened to him just now. How could he find that girl so familiar and even lose his control somehow?

He even doubted if that girl was Florence or not.

However, when he was about to confirm, he couldn’t see her anymore.

“Mr. Hawkins?”

Timothy looked at Ernest, who was in a daze, in confusion. After a hesitation, he thought of the message he had just received and said, “Mr. Hawkins, just now we’ve found out that Ms. Fraser is staying in the Ferrier Hotel in front. Her room number is 8888.”

An obvious light flashed through Ernest’s eyes.

This was the most accurate information about Florence that he had received recently.

Completely forgetting about the girl on the float, Ernest lifted his foot and strode forward.

Instead of looking for the girl who looked like her, he’d rather go straight to the hotel she was staying to catch her.

Timothy rushed in front, making a way for Ernest with his body.

On the float, Florence in the Priestess of birth’s costume slowly stood up with Stanford’s help.

Just now, when the people were dancing, they bumped into her accidentally, so she fell on the floor.

Helping Florence up, Stanford looked quite angry.

“Flory, are you all right? If you are hurt, I’ll skin them alive.”

He emanated the coldness as if the lively atmosphere on the float was covered with a layer of frost.

People around them were so scared that they forgot to continue dancing, looking at the handsome man fearfully.

Florence didn’t want to impact tonight’s carnival because of her. Immediately, she shook her head, “I’m fine. I just lost my balance just now. It has nothing to do with others.”

Stanford looked at Florence in disagreement. Pressing his thin lips, he didn’t speak anything else.

Florence comforted her angry brother and kept balance. When she turned around casually, she caught a glimpse at a tall and strong figure in a black suit among the crowd with different costumes.

The figure matched the man that was buried at the bottom of her heart.

Ernest!

The deeply hidden name suddenly rushed to the tip of her tongue.

She gazed at his receding back in disbelief. She had never expected that she would see him here.