My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Fishing was a matter of calming down.

But Ernest who was sitting beside Florence with his tall figure, elegance, and a sense of presence that couldn't be ignored, made Florence's heart can’t calm down.

Thus, when Ernest caught the fifth fish, Florence hadn't even caught one.

She looked at the float that didn't even move, yeah, she was suspecting that her fish bait might be fake.

With the sea breeze blowing and no fish biting Florence's bait, Florence comfortably leaned on the chair and became sleepy.

Ernest glanced sideways to the woman that was sleeping with squinted eyes beside him, and then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

After a long while, Florence opened her eyes and saw the blue sky which was full of clouds.

Looking at it made her feel good.

She tilted her head again and saw Ernest who was sitting not far from her, his handsome side face seemed extremely cool and attractive.

As if he felt something, Ernest turned to look at Florence, “You're awake?”

Florence was stunned; she hurriedly opened her eyes with slightly hot cheeks.

“Yeah.”

She just replied like that because she was staring at him in infatuation, and he even saw her... That's a bit embarrassing.

Ernest put the fishing rod away.

Florence thought that they were going to go home so she hurriedly put her fishing rod away, but when she turned her head, she saw two lively fishes in her fish pot.

“How could there be fishes in here?” she remembered there was nothing there before she slept.

Ernest said it comfortably, “Your fishing rod moved so I pulled it up for you.”

So he just put those fishes on her fish pot.

Florence even dozed off while fishing, she felt a bit sorry for making him help her pull her fishing line.

“Thank you, I'll treat you some fishes later.”

“Sure.”

Ernest agreed to it frankly.

Florence was dumbfounded; she was just saying it courteously.

Forget it, he brought her to have fun at the sea, she should just treat him to eat some fishes, it could be considered as give and take.

she saw the coastline getting nearer and nearer. At first, she though that they were going back, but after a closer look, she realized that it wasn't the hotel's beach,

“Mr. Hawkins, what

“To grill fish.”

Ernest just said that.

to a naturally undeveloped small island to grill fish, were they supposed to

guess quickly got

yacht docked, Timothy went off the boat and set up some

put everything one by one neatly, including all

fishes on

a very unique

I didn't expect

such a primitive

and started to

“I can't grill fish.”

you setting up the fire?” If he couldn't, then... could Ernest grill

that naturally, “Didn't

Florence was speechless.

treat Ernest to eat some fishes; she didn't say that she

dumbfounded face, Timothy hesitated as he asked,

have

know that it's impossible for

he continued to set the

like experiences like grilling fish by the

both two grown up men couldn't do it, she could only count on

her fate and started thinking of how she would grill the

not far from her, he was not enjoying the unique scenery of that place, as from the very beginning, he kept looking at

good, no

Florence often did it either, the first fish she grilled

but to persist

slightly burnt, it seemed like one could barely eat it... She wanted to let Timothy taste it first, and if it tasted good, then she would give Ernest the

this fish is for

up while holding the fish, but she didn't

  he saw the first fish Florence grilled was going to be given

was puzzled, “Mr. Hawkins,

back to

sounded a bit pissed

will

letting Timothy

looked even more sullen,

back in quite some

bad. Ernest had a very picky taste, a guy that would even dislike top chefs like him, must be

put the second fish on the tray, for her

started grilling the third