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.

so natural as if he had done

Georgia and Brianna as they had never seen this aspect of Ernest over

starts to take care of others now. You will

face flushed even

not in her schedule in the

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

down the fork and intended to

ear, “What’s wrong? You

perceive that this was because

the question? How should she answer

then replied, “I feel a bit thirsty and I

soup is still hot. Wait until

up the spoon to swirl

a natural and simple way to

flushed all

expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take

was so gentle and thoughtful

his side, “Charlotte, is this the

been living in the villa, she might

taking care of Florence gently and thoughtfully,

question and was then overwhelmed with numerous

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

she could not admit

Florence to scoop soup for Ernest in

words inexplicably became

was as if what Ernest was doing now was just a show and that he didn’t treat Florence well in

and then hastily explained, “I like drinking soup and when I scoop soup for myself, I would

then pretended to be shy and gave an

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

speaking, Florence reached out

were some slight scratches on the back but they

and steadily put the bowl of soup in