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 would they naturally have a passionate night

became pale

not

Gemma waved her hand at a

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

put a bank card on the table and said, “There are five hundred thousand in the card. Do

waitress looked astonished, but she was uncontrollably excited

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

several mouthfuls of water

gratitude

realized that she

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

clearly

Florence’s heart thumped wildly.

if we sit

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

at the crayfish at his hand, Florence felt

shelling crayfishes for her. This was undoubtedly the most

this is the stir-fried marine fish

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

here.” Florence pointed at the place

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

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

When the oil was about to fall down onto Florence’s arm, Ernest’s gaze

was a bit slower and the oil all sprinkled on

She hastily stepped backward, “Sorry.

to sprinkle the oil on this girl, but

She hadn’t expected that Ernest would save her regardless of his own

grabbed Ernest’s hand,

“I’m fine.”

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

quicker. She hastily extracted several napkins and