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.”

he was in a daze,

“It turns out that falling in love can indeed alter your

was like a cat on a hot tin roof when she had taken in all the teases from the men which had flared

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

at all when he was

had fixated on her, and her heart instantly skipped a beat

gaze at once, but she had accidentally caught sight of

was still chaffing them,

was she here

Gemma had taken in the sight of Ernest

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

again only to notice that his mesmerizing face was still as enthralling as

impossible for him to

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

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

could discern that every single dish on the table was made to Florence’s taste, and they

they complained, “We’ve been overfed with all the blatant display of PDAs just now, hence we have lost

tone while appearing composed in manner, “All these dishes

promptly picked up the ladle in a graceful and natural manner after

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

look at all these dishes. I understand that they are all Florence’s favorites, but Gemma couldn’t take spicy

Gemma upon hearing his

had just known about it for the first

ashen as she put on a stiff smile, “I can still take some of it, so it’s not as serious as Harold has described.

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

“Yes, Sir.”

to inquire about the dishes that she wished to have in

that Gemma was filling Timothy in on the

at this moment that Ernest had placed the bowl of soup which had been cooled to a warm temperature in front of her as

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

“Why should I know?”

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