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 this for numerous

they had

her head in satisfaction, “Good, Ernest starts

flushed

‘husband’ was not in her

look at others, and felt like that even the fork in her

the fork and

in her ear, “What’s wrong?

was chocked. Couldn’t he perceive that

ask the question? How should

feel a bit thirsty and I want to

is still hot. Wait until

from Florence. He picked up the spoon to swirl the soup and even

and simple way to cool down the

flushed all over with embarrassment like a

different expressions. No one had expected that Ernest, who had always

thoughtful and

delighted and asked Charlotte who was sitting by his side, “Charlotte, is this the way how Ernest gets along

villa, she

was taking care of Florence gently and thoughtfully,

was stunned when hearing the question and was

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

could not

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

her words inexplicably became a sharp contrast to

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

Florence was a bit flustered. She glared at Charlotte with complaint and then hastily explained, “I like drinking soup and when I

and then pretended to be shy and gave an affectionate

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

reached out towards

the back but they were

steadily put