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?

coming days, I will seriously taste the dishes and come up

gaze, and it sounded like he

stand in front of him,

...

in the

a VIP suite, countless expensive wines were arranged on the table. There were a few young masters seated on the

was the one standing out the

did, there was no hiding the fact that he was the most handsome and exuded the most impressive and

glass of red win in his hand before gulping down the

of wine had been emptied and there were lying by his pale-white

was seated next to him, and after examining Ernest, he poked Anthony who was

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

seem like it, he is actually

meaningfully, “Why not you go comfort him

running down his spine, “Why

a bad mood, whoever that attempted to

straight face, “After all, you are still his

that they were still friends if they weren’t considering their

contemplating on his decision to give some words of concern to Ernest, Ernest suddenly shot his

have something I

body tense up as he felt

expression, he immediately gave in. He shoved Anthony in his direction while they both took their seat

some alcohol, and there was a vague color on

low voice, “Am I

Harold and Anthony were at a loss for words for

both exchanged a glance and felt a weird chill running down their spine. It

handsome.” Harold answered

question, “Am I likeable in a

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

looked like he didn’t like this answer a lot. He wrinkled his eyebrows and a cold,

this huge suite, it suddenly felt narrow

on his face. Did

shirt as he sought help from him. It was as if he was handing over the baton to make the

as he looked at Ernest and asked with caution, “Ernest,