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…

stole a glance at 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

for a few

an exceptional aura and deduced

to my shop, I have all kinds of flowers here. Sir, what kind of flower are you looking

side and answered noncommittally, “She

a second. Was Ernest planning to let her make every

in her taste

to Florence while giggling, “Miss, you can let me

“Alright, thank you.”

she followed him and began

Ernest’s back garden, she didn’t

you think about

“It looks good.”

didn’t give a perfunctory reply. He seriously examined the flowers and even suggested himself, “I could plant these around the landscape tree

whole place would

Florence nodded in agreement.

time. Ernest almost bought all of the flowers which Florence had

from this customer and he couldn’t shut his mouth due to the excitement. He also chipped in with

indeed a pair of newly-weds. Your taste is really

Newly-weds?

standing very close to her. He looked to others as if he was

“Boss, you have misunderstood.

so you guys

“No, we are…”

embarrassed as she tried to explain more, but suddenly Ernest’s magnetic voice sounded

“She’s my fiancée.”

Fiancée!

said that with such an ambiguous and hoarse tone, it was as if a stone was being hurled at her soft spot.

like fiancé and

they stated their delivery destination before exiting

hope that you guys are able to

was speechless

her gaze was focused elsewhere. She didn’t dare to meet

a young girl who looked like she was seven or eight years old held a stalk

was looking upwards at him while

should buy a stalk of

such

and that seller