My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“My, oh, my! What am I seeing right now? Am I going blind? Ernest is actually carrying Florence downstairs.”

“I suspect that I might be going blind too now that I’m seeing things.”

“Florence’s injuries are totally worth it now that she is able to enjoy the special pick up and drop off service of being carried up and down even though it is just for a meal.”

The three men whom was still seated on the sofa in the living room a while ago had all rose to their feet with an incredulous expression on their faces after noticing the figure descending slowly from upstairs.

Gemma was stunned on the spot upon witnessing Ernest carrying her down while a flash of jealousy and resentment had flickered briefly in her eyes, and she asked in a grim tone shortly after, “Is Florence badly wounded?”

Harold instantly replied, “Her wounds were treated by me, and they were only flesh wounds, so she had not suffered from any grave injuries at all. Her leg is just bruised from knocking into something, so she should be able to walk on her own.”

It turned out that it was not due to Florence suffering from grave injuries that Ernest had to carry her in his arms, but instead...

“Tsk tsk, now I finally know that the heart of the ever cold mannered Ernest would also melt when he’s in love, and he would turn into someone whom is warm hearted like the dazzling sun when he is struck on a girl albeit being a little overboard.”

Stephen wailed, “I’ve already lost my appetite as I’m stuffed from all the PDA.”

Those men downstairs had made no effort to conceal their whoop-de-do, hence Florence could hear every single word even though she was still on the staircase.

She could feel her face reddened and blazed further as she was already feeling on edge from the nervousness.

The fact that Ernest carrying her down would incite a brouhaha as expected had made her so mortified that she could hardly show her face.

She promptly burrowed her head into Ernest’s chest in despair to hide her face due to shame.

Ernest halted in his steps after he had detected her fidgeting in his embrace, and a wave of tenderness immediately manifested in his countenance when he looked down at her.

Was she aware of the fact that she was actually leaning in his arms on her own volition?

The corner of his mouth curled involuntarily into a soft smile, and it was as if a beam of dazzling rays had radiated from his striking face at that moment which had bedazzled everyone in the room with his breath-taking aura.

Harold and the lads were instantly fed with another mouthful of PDA.

Harold uttered in an astonished tone, “I think this is the first time in my life that I have seen Ernest smile.”

agreed with him while he was in a daze,

uttered, “It turns out that falling in love

roof when she had taken in all the teases from the men which had flared up

would happen if Ernest had carried her downstairs, hence she was mortified to have to

feel ashamed at all when he was being poked fun

up anxiously only to perceive the lingering smile that was still worn on his lips and the intent gaze that he had fixated on her, and her heart instantly skipped a beat as if she had been electrocuted

nervously averted his gaze at once, but she had accidentally caught sight

chaffing them, Gemma

was she here

taken in the sight of Ernest carrying

had led Florence to catch a glimpse of the brief sadness that had flashed across Gemma’s poised countenance,

and looked at Ernest again only to notice that his mesmerizing face was still as enthralling as ever, and in spite of Gemma’s

him to not notice

why would he still carry her in his arms? Wouldn’t he be worried about Gemma getting saddened

prepared in the kitchen next door as usual, and it was Timothy whom had led the chefs to serve the dishes when it was dinner

that every single dish on the table was

the table full of delicacies as they complained, “We’ve been overfed with all the blatant display of PDAs just now, hence

appearing composed in manner, “All these dishes are

promptly picked up the ladle in a graceful and natural manner after finishing his words and proceeded to serve

days, but his action had struck Harold and the others dumb when

table, “Well would you look at all these dishes. I understand that they are all Florence’s favorites, but Gemma couldn’t take spicy food at all.

Gemma upon hearing his statement, “You don’t take spicy food

questioning tone was as if he had just known about it

put on a stiff smile, “I can still take some of it, so it’s not

her preferences,

“Yes, Sir.”

to inquire about the

and when she had perceived that Gemma was filling Timothy in on the names of the dishes that she liked, doubts and suspicion started to cloud her

placed the bowl of soup which had been cooled to a warm

an inch as she asked casually, “You didn’t know that Ms. Marlon couldn’t eat

“Why should I know?”

her in return as if it was a matter of course that he did not know about it, and he even proceeded to fill her