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

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

starts to take care of others now. You will be a good

face flushed

in her

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

she put down the fork and intended to drink

ear, “What’s wrong? You don’t like

chocked. Couldn’t he perceive that this was because she felt

the question? How should she answer the

a while and then replied, “I feel a bit thirsty and I

still hot. Wait until it

naturally took the bowl from Florence. He picked up the spoon to swirl the

was a natural and simple

flushed all over with

at the table all gazed at Ernest with different expressions. No one had expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take care of Florence in

gentle and thoughtful

his side, “Charlotte, is this the

had been living in the villa, she might be clear of this the

straightly at Ernest, who was taking care of Florence

and was then overwhelmed with numerous evil

though that Ernest had treated

could not

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

her words inexplicably became a

just a show

her foster parents and Ernest’s senior, Florence was a bit flustered. She glared at Charlotte with complaint and then hastily explained, “I

with a flushed face and then pretended to be

have such a benefit. The situation is reversed now and now it’s Ernest’s

reached

some slight scratches on the back but they were not that

and steadily put the bowl of soup in front of