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

had never seen this aspect of Ernest over the

starts to take care of others now. You

flushed

not in

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

fork and intended to drink

voice sounded in her ear,

chocked. Couldn’t he perceive that this was

ask the question? How should

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

hot. Wait until

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

a natural and simple way to cool down the

and flushed all flushed all over with embarrassment like a shrimp

that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take care of Florence in such a manner

was so gentle and thoughtful and was like an

sitting by his side, “Charlotte, is this the way

villa, she might be clear

taking care of Florence gently and thoughtfully, and felt extremely

question and

Ernest’s seniors were all here, if they all though that Ernest had treated Florence well in usual

could

Florence to scoop soup for Ernest in usual

anything else. But her words inexplicably became a sharp contrast to Ernest’s

was just a show and that he didn’t

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

then pretended to be shy and gave an affectionate

such a benefit. The situation is reversed now and now it’s Ernest’s turn to scoop soup for me. But I can blow the soup

reached out towards

slight scratches on the

hand and steadily put