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.

a town of flowers, and the whole

there was countless scrumptious and

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

she glanced at the noble man right by her side, she could only let her budding idea to

someone who wouldn’t touch these street

Ernest led her towards the food street and

“Huh?”

understand the reason he was asking that, but she still answered, “I have eaten most

are the

squid, tofu pudding, mashed potatoes, fried

came to eating, Florence immediately recited names of

her best impersonation as a foodie, and an imperceptible smile

he started to march towards the

at him astonishingly. Why did he

around that skewers stall, but when they saw

even covering their mouth and let out an exclamation,

he got with an expressionless face as he reached the stall and forked

magnetic voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Give

A packet? !

It was the first time they had heard

the owner certainly wouldn’t mind earning this amount of

while. It will

back to her senses and realize that Ernest was buying skewers. Did he really plan to

like Ernest appeared to be

everything that Florence had mentioned a

a norm to enjoy street

didn’t complain about anything. He just stared at

“Eat.”

street food, Florence could

she picked up

would eat this type of food too. I always thought that you are the same as those wealthy people

not picky when it comes to

casually picked up a skewer and started to dig

one looked at Ernest savouring these street foods, one could imagine him dining in

at their direction. Soon, the seats

countless people casting their jealous

that handsome guy’s girlfriend? It must be the happiest thing in the world to have such a handsome

street food, Florence finally felt satisfied to the point that she was even willing to accompany Ernest on his trip to buy

in season being sold in the ML Flower Market, and everywhere they looked, a scenic picture would come into their views. This place