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.

was a town of

town, there was countless scrumptious and

the food street, and the moment Florence stepped out

noble man right by her side, she could only

someone who wouldn’t touch these street foods in his

and asked in his low

“Huh?”

didn’t understand the reason he was asking that, but she still answered, “I have eaten

the best

roasted squid, tofu pudding,

to eating, Florence immediately recited

impersonation as a foodie, and an imperceptible smile crept into

towards the stalls selling roasted skewers.

at him astonishingly. Why did he

of youngsters gathering around that skewers stall, but when they saw Ernest coming their way, their

were even covering their mouth and let out an exclamation, “Wow, he’s so

he reached the stall and forked out

magnetic voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Give me a packet of

A packet? !

and the owner were all stunned by his words. It was the first time they had heard

of money as he accepted the bank notes with

wait for a while.

that Ernest was buying skewers. Did he really plan to

of a sudden, she felt like Ernest

a little of everything

a norm to enjoy street food by the

but he didn’t complain about anything. He just stared at Florence

“Eat.”

food, Florence could

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

of food too. I always thought that you are the same as those wealthy people who would criticize these foods as being dirty

not picky when

casually picked up a skewer and started to dig into it gracefully.

and the skewer was very oily, but for some reason when one looked at Ernest savouring these street

envious girls who were casting envious glances at their direction.

countless people casting their jealous and

girlfriend? It must be the happiest thing in the

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

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