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.

this, would their relationship be enhanced and would

became pale and

way! She would not

here.” Gemma waved her

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

card on the table and said, “There are five hundred thousand in the card. Do me a favor and you can

waitress looked astonished, but she

a favor, and she would get the reward of five hundred thousand. She was just a waitress and could not resist such kind of

of water and

gratitude unconsciously, “Thank

she finished her words, she suddenly realized that

his arm was on her back. It looked

could clearly feel his

Florence’s heart thumped wildly.

sit too close.” Florence found a random excuse and hastily moved towards the

the table. He then picked up a crayfish, “It’s convenient for me to

at the crayfish at his hand, Florence felt her throat

her. This was undoubtedly the

this is the stir-fried marine fish that you ordered. Please

with a dish that

thinking. With this dish as her excuse, she would not necessarily continue to

at the place in front of

inexplicable touch of nervousness flashed across the waitress’ eyes. She then raised the dish

she was about to put it down, her hand suddenly shivered, causing the scalding oil to spill

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

bit slower and the oil

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

this girl, but not this mister. She had screwed it

astonished. She hadn’t expected that Ernest would

flustered and grabbed Ernest’s

“I’m fine.”

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

She hastily extracted several napkins and then carefully wiped away the soup on