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 town was a huge tourist

town, there was countless scrumptious and aromatic eatery.

the moment Florence stepped out of his car, she got a whiff of

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

looked like someone who wouldn’t touch these street foods

towards the food street and asked in his low

“Huh?”

he was asking that, but she still

the

tofu pudding, mashed potatoes,

came to eating, Florence immediately recited names

and an imperceptible smile crept into

started to march towards

at him astonishingly. Why did he

around that skewers stall, but when they saw Ernest coming their way, their attention were absorbed

girls were even covering their mouth and let out an

as he reached the stall and forked out several bank

exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Give me

A packet? !

owner were all stunned by his words. It was the first time they had heard someone buying skewers in packets.

this amount of money as

guy, please wait for a while.

Ernest was buying skewers. Did he really

felt like Ernest appeared to be more

bought a little of everything that Florence had mentioned

a norm to enjoy street food by the

a stool but he didn’t complain about anything. He just

“Eat.”

table full of street food, Florence could feel herself salivating profusely.

as she picked up

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

am not picky when

up a skewer and started to dig into

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

at their direction. Soon, the seats nearby the

casting their jealous and envious

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

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

flowers in season being sold in the ML Flower Market, and everywhere they looked, a scenic picture would come into