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.

action was so natural as if he

was rare for Georgia and Brianna as they had never seen this

“Good, Ernest starts to take care of others now. You will be a

flushed

not in her

her head, not daring to look at others, and felt like that even the fork in her hand was burning

put down the fork and

in her ear,

he perceive that this was

ask the question? How should she

and then replied, “I feel a bit thirsty and I want to

soup is still hot. Wait until

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

a natural and simple way to cool down the

all flushed all over

with different expressions. No one had expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take care of Florence in such a

gentle and thoughtful and was like

is this

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

who was taking care of Florence gently and

question and was then overwhelmed with numerous evil

all here, if they all though that Ernest had treated Florence well in usual times, the engagement

could not admit

Florence to scoop soup for Ernest in

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

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

then hastily explained, “I like drinking soup and when I scoop soup for myself, I would also scoop one bowl of soup for others. I’m

face and then pretended to be shy and gave an affectionate glance to

situation is reversed now and now it’s Ernest’s turn to

reached

some slight scratches on the back

Ernest dodged her hand and steadily put the bowl of soup