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.

though that they were going back, but after a closer look, she realized that it wasn't the hotel's beach, it's a very beautiful small

confused, “Mr. Hawkins, what do we

“To grill fish.”

Ernest just said that.

island to grill fish, were they supposed to grill

guess quickly got

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

prepared; he put everything one by one neatly, including all

fishes on the beach...

very

smiled, and asked, “Timothy, I didn't expect that you can also grill

such a

bag on the ground and started to

“I can't grill fish.”

“Then why are you setting up the fire?” If he couldn't, then... could Ernest

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

Florence was speechless.

to eat some fishes; she didn't

hesitated as he asked, “Ms. Fraser, have you ever

have ever done,

know that it's impossible for Mr. Hawkins to be able to

was relieved so he continued to set the

experiences like grilling fish by the

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

accepted her fate and started thinking of how she would

he was not enjoying the unique scenery of that place, as from the

seemed like she would look good, no matter what

to control, it's not like Florence often did it either, the first fish

choice but to persist and

eat it... She wanted to let Timothy taste it first, and if it tasted good, then she would give Ernest the

fish is

holding the fish, but she didn't see

when  he saw the first fish Florence grilled was going to

was puzzled, “Mr. Hawkins, where's

back to

a bit

when will he

persisted on letting Timothy taste

even more sullen, “When

wouldn't be back in quite

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 disgusted by it,

then she put the second fish on the tray,

started grilling the