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.

that, she saw the coastline getting nearer and nearer. At first, she though that they were going back, but after a

confused, “Mr. Hawkins, what do

“To grill fish.”

Ernest just said that.

went to a naturally undeveloped small island

quickly

Timothy went off the boat and set

put everything one by one neatly, including all

fishes on the

a very

I didn't expect that you

such

large bag on the ground and started to put up the tent, while

“I can't grill fish.”

was puzzled, “Then why are you setting up the fire?” If he couldn't,

fish.” Timothy said that naturally, “Didn't you say that you're treating Mr.

Florence was speechless.

to eat some fishes;

as he asked,

yeah, I have ever

it's impossible for Mr.

was relieved so he continued

the beach, but the fish she grilled had always

such situation, where both two grown up men couldn't

started thinking of how she would

elegantly sat not far from her, he was not enjoying the unique scenery of

look good,

hard to control, it's not like Florence often did

to persist

fish was slightly burnt, it seemed like one could barely eat it... She wanted to let Timothy

fish is

up while holding the fish,

he saw the first fish Florence grilled was going to be

was puzzled, “Mr. Hawkins,

went back

a

will he be

letting Timothy taste

even more sullen, “When we

be back in quite

she looked at the grilled fish on her hands, even if it's edible, but the smell and look seemed bad. Ernest had a very picky taste, a guy that would even dislike top chefs like him, must be

then she put the second fish on the tray,

grilling the