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, “Me

uttered, “It turns out that falling in love can indeed

cat on a hot tin roof when she had taken in

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

all when he was being poked

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 by

at once, but she had accidentally caught sight

chaffing them, Gemma

she here

the sight

was her innate keen perception and acute senses that had led Florence to catch a glimpse of the

that his mesmerizing face was still as enthralling as ever, and in spite of Gemma’s presence, his eyes were still only set

to not notice

Gemma was here, why would he still carry her in his arms? Wouldn’t he be worried about Gemma getting saddened from the sight of another woman in

door as usual, and it was Timothy whom had led the chefs to serve the dishes when

was made to Florence’s taste,

all lost their appetite while staring at the table full of delicacies as they complained, “We’ve been overfed with all the blatant

manner, “All these dishes are not prepared for

and natural manner after finishing his words

been doing this for her for the past few days, but his action had struck Harold and the others dumb when they had witnessed it with their

to rant while pointing at the dishes on the 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. They all have more or less some chilies in them, so

eyes and looked at Gemma upon hearing his

tone was as if he had just known about it for

she put on a stiff smile, “I can still take some of it, so it’s not as serious as Harold has described. He is overexaggerating, so don’t mind

his instruction, “Ask Gemma about her preferences, and put in the order to the chefs to prepare a few more dishes for

“Yes, Sir.”

the dishes

that Gemma was filling Timothy in on the names of the dishes that she liked, doubts

of soup which had been cooled to a warm temperature

moving an inch as she asked casually,

“Why should I know?”

if it was a matter of course that he did not know about it, and he even proceeded to fill her bowl with all her favorite dishes in a