My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Meow...” The little kitten budged Florence’s thumb with its head and stared at her with big innocent eyes. It seemed to be hungry and its pitiful look made one’s heart melt. Florence caressed it and gently put it on her lap. “I’ll teach you, Mr. Hawkins.” After finishing her words, she opened the plastic bag, took out the cat food and milk powder from inside and started to make food for the kitten. Ernest pursed his lips and did not utter a word, his deep eyes fell onto her at all times.

The things for the kitten were complete, both milk powder and the milk bottle were available. Florence prepared a small bottle of milk formula according to the instruction manual and reached it to the kitten’s mouth. After letting out a meow, the kitten immediately started to drink it. Florence caressed its soft fur gently and said, “The process to make the milk is easy too.” Ernest gave a soft reply and said with a thoughtful look, “You look like you’re feeding a child.”

Feeding…a child? Florence was dumbfounded by the description and her face instantly flushed. The little kitten that was drinking milk greedily in her arms suddenly became a hot potato. When the kitten had finally satisfied having its meal, Florence put it into the cat nest, turned and was ready to leave. “Mr. Hawkins, I’ve put the cat’s stuff like the milk powder inside the cupboard. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”

“Wait up,” Ernest said and he strode to the bedroom upstairs. Florence gazed at his lofty back with confusion. Was he going to give her something? She looked at the time and it was half past eight. It was still not considered too late and it was okay to wait for a while. Ten minutes later, Ernest came downstairs and he had already put on a brand new suit. His hair seemed to be tidied up and he looked elegant with some formalities. He walked towards her and said naturally, “Let’s go.”

“Huh?” Florence was startled, and as if having thought of something, she quickly spoke, “You don’t have to send me, Mr. Hawkins. It’s still early and I can take the cab.” Ernest did not give her a chance to reject and he went straight into the car after reaching the entrance. He then said with an imperative tone, “Get in.” Florence could not refuse any longer and she could only enter the car.

“Since I’ve come, I should pay your parents a visit.” Florence was shocked and she quickly waved her hands. “Maybe not?” Since they were going to cancel the marriage, there was no need to be that serious. As she had just finished saying, she saw Ernest opened

a daze, a complacent smile flashed across Ernest’s face. He looked straight at her and rumbled, “Am

“No…”

at his hand which was holding hers in shock. “Mr. Hawkins…” She wanted to retrieve her hand in panic yet Ernest tightened his grasp. He sounded reasonable with his deep voice. “We’re engaged couple, we should behave more intimately.” Florence instantly lost her strength to struggle as if that was truly the case. Yet why did he want to pay her

the 8pm soap opera broadcast on TV. Melissa cracked the melon seeds while teasing,

his uncanny look. He approached her closer and whispered beside her

spoke incredulously. Her eyes remained fixed on the TV. “It would be nice if our son-in-law is the one acting the show, only then the looks of the protagonist won’t let the audience down.” Florence was