My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“I… I didn’t mean to do that.”

When Florence came back to her own senses, she hastily pushed away his fingers. As she spoke rapidly, she was choked by the crayfish meat.

“Ahem… Ahem… Ahem…”

“Drink the water.” Ernest hurriedly walked to Florence and sat down beside her. He handed a cup of water to her mouth and was ready to feed her.

As Florence was coughing violently, she didn’t have time to think much about it and opened her mouth to gulp down a mouthful of water.

“Be slow.” Ernest said in a low voice and patted her back gently.

He was so tall and when he was sitting beside her and patting her back, it looked like he was hugging her.

The women of the surrounding tables became more envious.

“He’s so gentle and thoughtful. If my boyfriend can be like him, I will marry him immediately.”

“I want to dump my boyfriend and hook up with his hunk.”

“Your dream. Didn’t you notice that that hunk only has that girl in his eyes? He must love her so much that he would even not cast a glance at other women.”

“Yeah. He looks affectionate.”

The women discussed in whispers and felt so envious. Nevertheless, at a table not far away from them, a person was peeping at Ernest and Florence maliciously and resentfully.

It was Gemma.

She almost snapped off her fork. She was so resentful that she even had an impulse to rush forward and separate them.

After coming back from the town, she hadn’t stayed alone with Ernest or had a conversation with him. Neither did he care about her treatment.

She originally planned to invite Ernest to have dinner together and told him about her condition, but she accidently saw Ernest and Florence leaving the company together.

She followed them secretly and saw this heartbroken scene.

The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins had never shelled the greasy crayfish by himself before. But now he did it for Florence and even fed her intimately in the public.

things kept progressing like this, would their relationship be enhanced and

became pale

not allow

come here.” Gemma waved her

over and asked respectfully and politely, “Miss, what can I

the table and said, “There are five hundred thousand in the card.

astonished, but she

to do her a favor, and she would get the reward of five hundred thousand. She was just a waitress and could

several mouthfuls of

her gratitude unconsciously, “Thank

she suddenly realized that she and Ernest were too

beside her and his arm was on her back. It looked

clearly

Florence’s heart thumped wildly.

keep a distance. It’s not convenient to have meal if we sit too close.” Florence found a random excuse and

his bowl and chopsticks from the opposite side of the table. He then

crayfish at his hand, Florence felt her

very flustered because Ernest was shelling crayfishes for her. This was undoubtedly the most thrilling and uneasy meal that she had ever

the stir-fried marine

over with a dish that was

eyes lit up when she saw the dish when thinking. With this dish as her excuse, she would not necessarily continue to eat the

Florence pointed at the place in

nervousness flashed across the waitress’ eyes. She then raised the dish high and intended to put

to put it down, her hand

about to fall down onto Florence’s arm, Ernest’s gaze became gloomy and he hastily pulled

he was a bit slower and the oil all sprinkled on

and her face turned pale. She hastily stepped backward, “Sorry. I didn’t

intended to sprinkle the oil on this girl, but not this

She hadn’t expected that Ernest would

flustered and grabbed Ernest’s hand, “Mr. Hawkins, are

“I’m fine.”

reached out to the napkins without even changing his expressions, as if the thing that sprinkled on

hastily extracted several napkins and