My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Georgia was not bothered. She said all smiles, “Ernest doesn’t care about this. Why are you bothered? It’s good as long as they can be happy after getting married.

Brianna immediately became silent.

Georgia always stuck up for Ernest and Florence. And judging from this, as long as they didn’t make a big mistake, their engagement would not be cancelled.

She could not simply wait for the progress without doing anything.

Charlotte also felt unhappy. When seeing that Ernest was pampering Florence a lot, she felt so jealous that she almost went crazy.

She had put in great efforts but Ernest didn’t care about her at all.

If this situation continued, Ernest and Florence would definitely get married yet she would not be able to do anything for it. In the end, she would not have the chance to become Ernest’s wife anymore.

But Charlotte was unwilling to accept this fate.

They went to the dining room with different thoughts.

There was no kitchen or maids in this villa, but there was a kitchen that was exclusive to Ernest in the adjoining villa.

Several world-famous chefs were in the kitchen awaiting Ernest’s orders. They would could dishes there and send them to this villa when prepared.

Things were the same today.

As there were many people today and Ernest didn’t like to share a plate of dish with others, they had western food today.

The beefsteak served to Georgia was tender and exquisite.

They all started to enjoy their food and the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious.

Florence’s cheeks were still flushed. She felt embarrassed to look at others and tried to decrease her sense of presence as possible.

Nevertheless, Ernest’s action caused their attentions.

He moved away the beefsteak in front of Florence and put the plate of beefsteak that have been cut in front of her.

if he

they had never seen this

was shocked and then nodded her head in satisfaction, “Good, Ernest starts to take care of others now. You will be a

face flushed

not in

not daring to look at others, and felt like that even the fork

the fork and intended to drink the

sounded in her ear, “What’s wrong?

was chocked. Couldn’t he perceive that this

did he ask the question? How should she answer

for a while and then replied, “I feel a bit thirsty and I

is still hot. Wait until it

speaking, Ernest naturally took the bowl from Florence. He picked up the spoon to

simple way to cool down

was stupefied and flushed all flushed all over with embarrassment like a shrimp in

the table all gazed at Ernest with different expressions. No one had expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would

so gentle and thoughtful and

his side, “Charlotte, is this the way

Charlotte had been living in the villa, she might be clear

at Ernest, who was taking care

question and was then overwhelmed with

they all though that Ernest had treated Florence well in usual times, the engagement would not be

could not

to scoop soup

didn’t say anything else. But her words inexplicably became a

now was just a show and that he didn’t treat Florence well in

her foster parents and Ernest’s senior, Florence was a bit flustered. She glared at Charlotte with complaint and then hastily explained, “I like drinking soup and when I scoop soup for myself, I would also scoop one bowl of

pretended to be shy

and now it’s Ernest’s turn

reached

scratches on the back but they were

hand and steadily put