My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Perhaps due to the weekends, it seemed that Timothy was off on his own break. He was not around.

Ernest settled himself in the driver’s seat. He was driving personally today.

Florence stared at the luxurious car in front of her and with a helpless expression, she pulled open the door to the backseat.

Immediately, Ernest’s unhappy voice came from the front, “I’m not your driver. Sit in the passenger’s seat.”

Florence was speechless upon hearing that. He was really bothersome.

Florence sat down on the passenger’s seat and asked, “I remember that City N has a big florist’s too. Why aren’t we going to that one?”

If this journey was going to last an hour, then they must be headed to some other city.

“We are going to the ML Flower Market.”

Ernest replied as he suddenly leaned towards Florence.

Florence was stunned by his sudden movement as she stared nervously at the huge handsome face right in front of her eyes.

“Wh...What are you doing?”

Ernest was really close to her now, and his breath was even sprayed onto Florence’s face.

He was just staring at her expressionlessly. His eyes were a dark deep void with a vortex spinning deep within.

Florence could feel her heart beating furiously, and she was so short of breath that she felt like she almost suffocated.

In this messy atmosphere, just as she was about to push him away, Ernest extended his hand across her and pulled the seatbelt for her.

His hoarse voice was muffling a laugh, “Buckle up your seatbelt.”

Florence instantly felt so embarrassed that she was blushing. What nonsense had she been thinking about just now?

This was a Lamborghini supercar, but when Ernest was the driver, the car seemed to slow down considerably. The speed of his car was even slower than most cars on the road.

The ML Flower Market had some distance from City N, and with the speed Ernest was driving this car, they would need at least two hours to reach ML Flower Market.

Florence rolled down the car window and let the wind engulfed her.

The scenery along the way was really scenic, and they were passing by the ocean too. Florence decided not to be so stuck up about everything and just treated this as a short get away from her busy life.

She didn’t notice that when they were passing by any region with good scenery, Ernest would slowed down his car again and again.

By the time they reached the ML Flower Market, it was already noon.

florist’s and strewn with flowers. It was a

that town, there was countless scrumptious and

and the moment Florence stepped out of his car, she got a whiff of the food aroma. It aroused

she could only let her budding idea to enjoy the food

someone who wouldn’t touch

food street and asked in his low voice, “Have you eaten

“Huh?”

he was asking that, but she still answered, “I have eaten

the best

tofu pudding, mashed potatoes, fried

to eating, Florence immediately recited names

foodie, and an imperceptible smile

towards the stalls selling roasted skewers.

gawked at him astonishingly. Why did he go in that direction?

around that skewers stall, but when they saw Ernest coming their

girls were even covering their mouth and

an expressionless face as he reached the stall and forked out several bank notes to the

the ears, “Give

A packet? !

his words. It was

certainly wouldn’t mind earning this amount of money as he accepted the

wait for a while.

that Ernest was buying skewers. Did he really plan to eat something like

like Ernest appeared to be more approachable by doing

of everything

norm to enjoy street food by

looking uncomfortable sitting on a stool but he didn’t complain about anything.

“Eat.”

at a table full of street food, Florence could feel

stand on ceremony as she picked up a skewer and munched on

you would eat this type of food too. I always thought that

not picky when it comes

up a skewer and started to dig

when one looked at

envious girls who were casting envious glances at their

were countless people casting their jealous and

that handsome guy’s girlfriend? It must be the happiest thing in

Florence finally felt satisfied to the point that

Flower Market, and everywhere they looked, a scenic picture would come into their