My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest stared at her stunned look and a smile formed on his lips.

He repeated patiently, “Let me take a photo of you.”

When she realized that Ernest was really aiming his phone camera at her, Florence finally believed that Ernest was being serious.

She was really curious now. Was Ernest actually a down-to-earth person in real life?

Nonetheless, it was a good thing to have someone capturing photo for her. This place was simply too amazing to just take photos of scenery and taking selfies. It wouldn’t beat having another person helping to take a photo.

She immediately chose a position with amazing scenery as the backdrop and formed a gesture with her body.

With a snap, Ernest instantly captured her with his phone camera. Then, he said, “Next pose.”

Florence shifted her posture several times and several photos were being captured.

She was really satisfied with this as she inched towards Ernest, “Let me have a look.”

Ernest didn’t pass his phone to her. He simply said, “I will send them to you on WeChat.”

“Okay.”

Florence didn’t think much about that as normally people would send the other party photos using some text messaging application before deleting the photos in their phones.

She thought that Ernest was going to do that too, so she added him on WeChat immediately.

His profile picture was a very simple one, and his name was in English: Hobart.

Florence suspected that this was his English name.

After sending the photos to Florence, Ernest switched off his phone naturally. He didn’t delete those photos at the same time.

All of Florence’s attention was attracted by those new photos, so she didn’t pay any attention to Ernest’s movements.

Those were photos taken by Ernest, and she assumed that not many people could enjoy such a treatment from him. He was such an excellent person, so he must be good at taking photos, right?

Florence clicked open those photos with anticipation, but in an instant, the smile on her face froze.

She stared at those photos with an astounded expression. She was even suspecting that she didn’t access the right photos.

What the hell were these?

These photos were taken from a high angle, which made him look ugly, fat and short…

Ernest who was walking by her side with a forlorn expression and the corners of her lips slightly lifted. As expected, no matter how excellent someone was, one wouldn’t be good at taking photographs if that person didn’t have

circling around the area for a few hours, Ernest finally brought

had an exceptional aura and deduced that he must be a rich customer.

kinds of flowers here. Sir,

woman by his side and answered noncommittally, “She

stunned for a second. Was Ernest planning to let her make

really believe in her taste

while giggling, “Miss,

“Alright, thank you.”

followed him and began

suitable for Ernest’s back garden, she didn’t immediately make any decision. She just looked at Ernest inquisitively.

do you think about having this planted in

“It looks good.”

and even suggested himself, “I could plant these around the landscape tree as

whole place would look much

Florence nodded in agreement.

scanned through the shop and had a lengthy discussion for some time. Ernest almost bought all

earn from this customer and he couldn’t shut his mouth due to

are indeed a pair of

Newly-weds?

while staring at the man standing very close to her. He looked to others as if he was wrapping his

reddened, “Boss, you have misunderstood. We

nodded, “Oh, so you

“No, we are…”

was a little embarrassed as she tried to explain more, but suddenly Ernest’s magnetic voice

“She’s my fiancée.”

Fiancée!

Ernest was right, when he said that with such an ambiguous and hoarse tone, it was as

as she discovered that they were really like

the flowers, they stated their delivery destination before exiting the shop under the smiling gaze of the

are welcomed to visit here again, and I hope that you guys are able to get married soon and live

speechless upon hearing

uneasily and her gaze was focused elsewhere. She

seven or eight years old held a stalk of rose and

was looking upwards at

buy a stalk of

in such a tourist attraction, and most young couples would

one of them, and that seller was facing Ernest now, which made things