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.

was so natural as if he had done

as they had never

satisfaction, “Good, Ernest starts to take care of others now. You

face flushed even

in her schedule in the

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

fork and intended to

voice sounded in her ear, “What’s wrong? You don’t

Couldn’t he perceive that this was

did he ask the question? How should she answer the

then replied, “I feel a bit thirsty and

soup is still hot. Wait until it

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

a natural and simple way

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

one had expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take care of

thoughtful

is this the way how Ernest gets

living in the villa, she might be clear of

was taking care of Florence gently and thoughtfully, and

question and was then overwhelmed with numerous

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

could not admit

for a while, “It’s Florence to scoop soup for Ernest

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

just a show and that

complaint and then hastily explained, “I like drinking soup and when I scoop soup for myself, I would also scoop one bowl

then pretended to be shy and

is reversed now and now it’s

speaking, Florence reached

were some slight scratches on the back

put the bowl of soup