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.

like this, would their relationship be enhanced and would they naturally have a passionate

became pale and

would not

come here.” Gemma waved

respectfully and politely, “Miss, what can I

said, “There are five hundred thousand in the

looked astonished, but she

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

gulped down several mouthfuls of water

gratitude unconsciously, “Thank

she finished her words, she suddenly realized that she

her back. It looked like he was holding her

could clearly

Florence’s heart thumped wildly.

Hawkins, we’d better keep a distance. It’s not convenient to have meal if we sit too close.”

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

the crayfish at his hand, Florence felt her

Ernest was shelling crayfishes for her. This was undoubtedly the most thrilling and uneasy meal

is the stir-fried marine

over with a dish that was

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

on here.” Florence pointed at the place in front

touch of nervousness flashed across the waitress’ eyes. She then raised the dish high and intended to put down on the place in front of

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

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

and the oil all sprinkled

hastily stepped backward, “Sorry. I didn’t

sprinkle the oil on this girl, but not this mister. She had screwed

hadn’t expected that Ernest would save her

grabbed Ernest’s hand, “Mr. Hawkins, are you

“I’m fine.”

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

hastily extracted several napkins and then carefully