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.”

rendered speechless,

family’ coming out from his mouth again. How could he state that

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

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

pursing her lips under the cover as her heart was struck by his husky voice word by

his wife about where he was

actually happened

Was this a reality?

belief, and everything had appeared dreamlike

in a state of nerves as she had even started to regret her decision to drop by

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

he would not give a nut about her preferences as his nose was always in the air, hence it was normal for him

would have unexpectedly taken in the fact that he did not seem bothered at all to know about

and the fact that there was not even a single dish that she could enjoy

whole duration of the dinner was extremely meticulous and attentive as well, and his gaze had

made it

previously Gemma had repeatedly misled Florence that she was his

suspicion about the lies that

to painstakingly deceive Florence so that she would reject Ernest’s earlier proposal, and if the cat was let out of the bag just when she was on the brink of

she would never allow herself to fail

whom could stay beside Ernest, and even if it

patch up the current situation and rectify the accidental mistakes just

to fix the setback when she had noticed that Ernest was making his way down the stairs after raising her

off perfectly, and his dazzling face

unapproachable king whom was looking down on the masses, and his

was to actually show them the door, and

weighed down by sorrow and dejection upon

this as she had no clue when she would be 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

resting when I had arrived just now, and I had not gotten

proposal, and his lips were

concerned that she would criticize him for not being a good host and not doing the

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

seemed like it was the