My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence took her seat and started to taste those dishes like normal. However, what was different this time was that she would scribble something in her notebook after getting a taste of each dish.

Ernest gaped at her with doubt in his eyes, “What are you writing there?”

“You’ll know in a minute.”

Florence was very meticulous this time when she tasted each dishes. After each mouthful, she had this look as if she reminisced on the taste for a moment before writing something down on her notebook.

Ernest looked at her with interest and thought that she was fond of the dishes being served today. It seemed that those chefs he had hired today could be hired again next time.

What Florence didn’t know was that the ten chefs in the kitchen was only hired for today’s occasion.

In order to let her taste different flavors every time, each time she came here, the ten chefs would be completely different from last time, and they were all top chefs who had great reputation in the world.

After getting a taste of every dish, Florence was completely stuffed. Her notebook was full of information too.

She singled out all the best and most delicious dishes rapidly and placed it in front of Ernest.

Then, she handed her notebook to him.

“Mr. Hawkins, this is the culmination of my experience during this period of tasting dishes for you. Although the dishes were different every time, there is a pattern in terms of your liking and the taste. According to my conclusion I’ve written her, the chefs would be able to cook dishes you will surely love every time.”

Ernest scanned the writing in the notebook and thought that her writing was immaculate and the contents were logical and fine. It seemed that she had put a lot of efforts into this.

However…

Ernest didn’t have a good expression on his face, “What do you mean by giving this to me?”

Florence was a little flustered, being stared at by him. She gnashed her teeth as she explained seriously, “There are only a few days left until the end of our agreement. I won’t be able to taste any dishes for you after that, so I’ve written a summary of my experience. That way, you will be able to enjoy dishes you love without me testing them for you first.”

Florence was really doing this for Ernest’s sake, but in his ears, it sounded like something rude and offensive. Ernest’s face became gradually darkened.

He watched her with menacing eyes, and there was a mild anger seeping from within.

Was she already starting to plan for what would happen after the end of their engagement?

As she watched Ernest’s unhappy expression, Florence was a little dumbfounded. Was it because she had written this down in the spur of the moment, and he was thinking of it as her being too careless and thoughtless?

the dishes and come up with a serious conclusion. Mr. Hawkins, you can

a icy cold gaze, and it sounded like he was

him, he wouldn’t know what he would

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in the

suite, countless expensive wines were arranged on the table. There

standing out the most among

was no hiding the fact that he was the most handsome and exuded the most impressive and elegant

of red win in his hand before gulping down the contents in one go.

of wine had been emptied and there

and after examining Ernest,

think that there is something wrong with Ernest? He seems to be in

seem like it, he is actually in a bad

glanced at Harold meaningfully, “Why not you go comfort

running down his spine, “Why don’t you go in my

such a bad mood, whoever that attempted to confront him would be ground

with a straight face, “After all, you are still

they were still friends

to give some words of concern to Ernest, Ernest suddenly shot

have something

felt his body tense up as he felt even more reluctant

laid eyes on Ernest’s impatient expression, he immediately gave in. He shoved Anthony in

quite some alcohol, and there was a vague color on his

in a low voice, “Am I

a loss for words for a

their spine. It seemed true that there was something seriously

handsome.” Harold

up with another question,

If we are talking about City N, the number of female who liked you could surround the borders of City N and formed a line one

a lot. He wrinkled his eyebrows and a cold, menacing aura

this huge suite, it suddenly felt

on

at Anthony’s shirt as he sought help from him. It was as

asked with caution, “Ernest,