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,

the word ‘our family’ coming out from his mouth again. How could he state that so offhandedly like she was in

fell into a flutter as nervousness had crept up onto her, and she promptly lied

tuck her in as

only pursing her lips under the cover as her heart was struck

were a sweet pair of newlyweds whereby the husband would report to his wife about where he was heading to in a gentle manner while solemnly pledged that he would return

happened to her and

Was this a reality?

was indeed implausible and realistic beyond belief, and

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

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 was

what’s more, he would not give a nut about her preferences as his nose

in the fact that

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

meticulous and attentive as well, and his gaze had not lingered on her since

that both of them had received from Ernest had made it

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

suspicion about the lies that she had been feeding her

her way to painstakingly deceive Florence so that she would reject Ernest’s earlier proposal, and

never allow herself to

Ernest, and even if it

patch up the current situation and rectify

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

and his dazzling face was utterly mesmerizing to the extent that

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

that had come out from his mouth as soon as he had come down was to actually show them the door, and it was exactly as expected from him to dismiss all of them

as her heart was weighed down by sorrow and dejection upon being

and leave things hanging like 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

resting when I had arrived just now, and I had not gotten any chance to talk to her during dinner. Can

her proposal, and his lips were pursed

accompany her, but he was now concerned that she would criticize him for not being

go up and keep her company, at least she would not

it was the