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

and Brianna as they had never seen this aspect of Ernest

was shocked and then nodded her head in satisfaction, “Good, Ernest starts to take care

face flushed even

in

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

fork and intended

in her ear, “What’s

that

question? How

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

still hot.

Ernest naturally took the bowl from Florence. He picked up the spoon to swirl the soup and even blow it to

natural and simple way to

was stupefied and flushed all flushed all over with embarrassment

gazed at Ernest with different expressions. No one had expected that Ernest, who had always been arrogant, would take care

thoughtful and was like

who was sitting by his side, “Charlotte, is this the way how Ernest gets along with your sister in

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

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

hearing the question and was then overwhelmed with numerous

Ernest had treated Florence well in usual times, the engagement would not be cancelled

could

for a while, “It’s Florence to

say anything else. But her words

what Ernest was doing now was just a show

parents 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 myself, I would also scoop one bowl of soup for others. I’m accustomed to

with a flushed face and then pretended to be shy and gave an affectionate glance to

The situation is reversed now and now it’s Ernest’s turn to scoop soup for me. But I

reached out

were some slight scratches on the back but they

and steadily put the