My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After a moment of hesitation, Florence forced out a smile and gave a standard reply. “As one of the employees of the company, I certainly care about your health at all times like anybody else.

The standing crowd all stared at her with mixed expressions. Although they had no idea of what her purpose was, it was obvious she would fail to deliver her food to him. Ernest did not even glimpse at the delicacies made by famous chefs which were delivered by his assistant Timothy, not to mention the regular food Florence bought from the canteen.

Ernest looked straight at Florence and did not seem to be satisfied of her answer, but it had lightened his mood. He closed the folder in his hand and said to the crowd before him, “You can leave now.” Everyone was dumbfounded and in disbelief. The president actually released them like that? And he really wanted to eat the food bought by Florence? Although they were filled with shock and confusion, they did not dare to stay any longer and they left the horrifying office at the greatest speed possible.

Florence was astute enough that she quickly carried the lunchbox and walked to the dining table, opened the lunchbox and put it nicely on top. She also pulled the chair out. “Please have a seat, sir.” Ernest’s look towards Florence was full of an urge to inquire, but he still strode there and sat down. Florence stood at the side and looked at him full of hope. “These are all my favorite dishes and they taste good. Do have a try to see if they match your taste.”

Ernest stared at the dishes in the lunchbox with a thoughtful look. Her favorites? He then took the chopsticks to pick the food. Although what lay before him was just some ordinary meal, he still appeared as if he was having a high class meal elegantly with his noble temperament. Timothy stood beside him like an immobilized tree and the shock seen on his face could not be hidden. Ernest used to be picky in eating and he would not eat anything that was not from the top chefs he requested. When had he ever eaten such an inferior meal that was cooked by ordinary people?

Florence was slightly nervous when she saw Ernest eating every dish in the lunchbox. She then asked, “How is it?”

“Not bad.” Ernest commented generously. He also noticed the appearance of Florence’s smile at the same time.

Timothy felt lashed out when he heard his words. The top special chefs in the country had never received a positive comment from Ernest, even once. Could it be it was not the food, but the person giving the food? Timothy glanced at the delicacies on the food cart with his heart ached. He walked towards it silently, covered it with a white cloth and pushed it out.

to him when he finished his meal. “Have some water, sir.” An indiscernible smile flashed across Ernest’s face when he saw her being obliging. He took the water glass and spoke blandly, “What do you want? Spill the

are all my past year work. I didn’t have a chance to publish them, but

them with amazement in his eyes. The designs were clearly drawn in a casual way by her back then and they were not in a proper format, but the strong spirit from the drawings was hard to be concealed. There were even several artworks that could be sold as best-sellers. She was a genius in designing and she only needed

was expressionless as usual and looked unpredictable. Seeing him not speaking a word at length, she hesitated and asked cautiously, “Is it okay? Sir.” Ernest closed the folder and looked at her with

was true, she hoped he would not say it that straightforwardly. After a moment of hesitation, she finally decided to abandon her principles. “Please give me a chance, by seeing our relationship. I’ll definitely get the best result and

relationship do we have?” Ernest

the string. She hesitated and decided to flatter him. “We’ve known each other for so long, so I guess we’re considered friends?”

“I’m not interested to become your

She was so despondent that she decided to give all out. “Then maybe seeing me as your fiancée? Please give me a chance.” It was the first time she took the initiative to admit the identity. A light

to have a fine mood looking at her dumbfounded look. “We always need to save chance for those one of us, right? My fiancée.” The words he said seemed to have

“Just like that?”

enough, she added, “I’ll treat you a meal.” There she went again. She had also mentioned wanting to treat him meal when he saved her

with doubt, “You still owe me