My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Noticing that Florence was sitting motionlessly, Ernest looked up at her, “Don’t you like it?”

“Not really.”

Florence shook her head. She passed the lunch box back to Ernest. “It takes good. Why don’t you have this?” The noodles tasted quite bad.

“I don’t eat others’ food,” Ernest answered firmly.

He used the chopsticks to pick up a bunch of noodles, and he soon finished the whole bowl of noodles.

Florence looked at him in surprise. She hardly could believe what she had heard.

Did Ernest say that things brought by Gemma were “others’ food”?

Wasn’t Gemma his girlfriend?

Confusion surged in her heart, making Florence quite puzzled. Suddenly she raised an idea that had never occurred to her before.

Was it possible that between Ernest and Gemma...

She finished eating while feeling complicated. Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do for Ernest, Florence told him that she would go back home.

Ernest gazed at her.

Then he said in a tone as if he was giving a command, “Stay here tonight.”

Florence blushed, shaking her head. “No, thanks. I need to go home.”

How could she stay overnight in a man’s house for no reason? She wondered what was on Ernest’s mind when he requested her just now.

Florence turned around and was about to walk outside, but her wrist was grabbed by Ernest’s big hand.

He said naturally, “If you leave, whom I should call for help if I want to drink water at night?”

After a pause, he added, “The noodles just now were so salty.”

Florence was speechless. She watched him finish the whole bowl of noodles. She thought his sense of taste didn’t work and couldn’t find how salty the noodles were.

“But Mr. Hawkins, it was your left hand that’s injured. You can pour the water using your right hand.”

Ernest looked more annoyed. He gazed at Florence with seriousness.

“So don’t you want to be responsible?”

why it had something to do

aggrieved. When she was about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

throat. Worried, she reached

however, dodged from his hand, looking

worry about me. Go

home tonight. Let me take a

hospital. She

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let

light tone, “It’s all right now. Just now it

a bit suddenly?’ Florence

looked at Ernest doubtfully, only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown because of the

the pain he felt just now was a

a little bit of migraine between her eyebrows. The elegant and noble

gaze, Ernest felt a bit

“It’s time for bed.”

hearing it, the confusion in Florence’s heart

bedroom and one bed in

with him on

didn’t

standing on the stairs. He turned around and looked down

corners twitched. She couldn’t help

only go to

at the sofa in the room, she said quite firmly, “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can call me if

quite unhappy. He asked her to stay not

anything. He hummed in

Ernest was so easy-going, Florence felt a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care

room and

with his deep eyes and then walked to sit down at his desk. He

do something simple like turning

an hour later, with a click, the bathroom

put down the pen in his

pajamas, almost the same as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because

soon as she had to face a man as soon as she

with the shower. I’ll

wanted to walk to

at her and said in a low voice,

“For what?”