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

and Brianna as 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 good

flushed even

not in her schedule in the

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

put down the fork and intended

sounded in her ear, “What’s wrong?

that this was because

How should she answer the question

“I feel a

still hot. Wait until it

the spoon to swirl the

simple way to cool down

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

that Ernest, who had always been

gentle and thoughtful and was like an

side, “Charlotte, is this the way how Ernest

the villa, she might be

Ernest, who was taking care of Florence gently and thoughtfully, and felt

when hearing the question and was then overwhelmed with numerous

parents and Ernest’s seniors were all here, if they all though that Ernest had treated Florence well in usual times, the engagement would not be cancelled in

she could

“It’s Florence to

say anything else. But her words inexplicably became

as if what Ernest was doing now was just a show and that he

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

then pretended to be shy

have such a benefit. The situation is reversed now and now it’s Ernest’s turn to scoop soup

Florence reached out

slight scratches on the back

dodged her hand and steadily put the bowl