My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was deeply moved by Ernest’s caring manner towards her, but she was still looking Gemma up and down unnoticeably.

She could discern that Gemma’s face had whitened in a flash, but she had managed to suppress her bitter emotions and just proceeded to wear a smile on her face like how Harold and the others had been reacting.

It was as if they were… only friends.

The dinner had ended in a lively and bustling mood, but it seemed like the lads had wanted more of their lovey-dovey interaction as they were still lingering in Ernest’s place after dinner with the excuse of wanting some after-dinner desserts.

Their requests were ignored by Ernest as he promptly carried Florence back to the room to change a fresh dressing for her wounds.

Florence proceeded to lie down on the bed after her dressing was changed as she was still recuperating from her injuries, hence it would not be appropriate for her to exert herself too much.

However, she soon noticed that Ernest had taken a seat on the sofa as well as if he was going to stay in the room with her, and he had even picked up a book as usual and started reading.

Was he going to disregard Harold and the others whom were still hanging downstairs by themselves?

Florence’s temple throbbed as his way of seeing to the guests like he did not give a damn about them at all had worried her profusely.

After deliberating about it for a while, she finally uttered, “You should head downstairs and keep them company, Mr. Hawkins.”

“There’s no need to. They will leave on their own after a while.” Ernest remained unmoved and was adamant about his decision to stay with her.

She tried to persuade him to change his mind, “They are our guests after all, so we should still treat them courteously when they have paid us a visit. It won’t look nice if we just let them be on their own.”

His brows were raised slightly upon hearing her words, and he stared straight at her with his gleaming eyes as he asked, “They’re our guests?”

He continued in a husky and implicative tone, “Are you concerned about our family’s hospitality?”

Florence’s heart instantly skipped a beat when he had mentioned the word ‘our family’.

The two words were like a huge stone that had been hurled into a tranquil pool of lake in her heart, causing her heart to ripple with turbulent waves and throw her into a state of nerves at once.

Her eyes flickered around the room as she did not dare to meet his gaze while her cheeks were blushing, “I’m just, reminding you out of courtesy.”

Her reminder had not come from the standpoint of the host of this place at all, and she was only urging him out of worry.

However, Ernest’s gaze had darkened as he uttered in a husky voice which had hints of delight in it, “I’ll go down and keep them company so that they won’t feel left out and think that our family is discourteous towards them.”

was rendered speechless,

again. How could he state that so offhandedly like she was in fact someone

flutter as nervousness had crept up onto her, and she promptly lied down on the bed and played

to the bed shortly after to tuck her in as he said gently, “I’ll be right back. Just call me if

only pursing her lips under the

had almost felt like they were a sweet pair of newlyweds whereby the husband would report to his wife about

had actually happened to

Was this a reality?

implausible and realistic beyond belief, and everything had appeared

as she had even

in on Ernest on the grounds that she had wanted to pay Florence a visit for her injuries, and even though she had been able to hang out with him for quite some time as she had wished for, everything that had happened at the dinner table just now

with her and what’s more, he would not give a nut about her preferences as his nose was always in the air, hence it was normal for him to be ignorant about her

never entered her mind that Florence would have unexpectedly taken in the fact that he did not seem bothered at

dishes just now were all catered to Florence’s palate and not hers, and the fact that there was not even a single dish that she could

way that Ernest had cared for Florence throughout the whole duration of the dinner was extremely meticulous and attentive as well, and his gaze had not

the treatment that both of them had received from Ernest had made it apparent for someone to discern at a glance whom was really the one

repeatedly misled Florence that she was his real girlfriend and the one whom he really

the lies

painstakingly deceive Florence so that she would reject Ernest’s earlier proposal, and if

never allow herself to fail

only one whom could stay beside Ernest, and even if it was Florence,

to think of a way to patch up

still concocting various countermeasures to fix the setback when she had noticed that Ernest was making his way down the stairs after

tailored suit that was attired by him had set his towering figure off perfectly, and his dazzling face was utterly mesmerizing to the

was as if he was an unapproachable king whom was looking down on the masses, and his chilly voice rang

was to actually show them the door, and

weighed down by sorrow

able to meet Florence again. Her plans would be completely ruined if Florence were to get suspicious and reveal to Ernest about the lies that she had been

resting when I had arrived just now, and I had not gotten any chance to talk to

not immediately agree to her proposal, and his lips were pursed

now concerned that

were to go up and keep her company, at least she would

was the best of