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.”

while he was

that falling in

hot tin roof when she had taken in all the

had carried her downstairs, hence she

not feel ashamed at all when

gaze that he had fixated on her, and her heart instantly skipped a beat as if she had been

his gaze at once, but she

three men whom was still chaffing them,

was she here

Gemma had taken in the sight of

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

and looked at Ernest again only to notice that his mesmerizing face was still as enthralling as ever, and

was impossible for him to not notice Gemma by

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

it was Timothy whom had led the chefs to

was made to Florence’s taste, and they

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

in a calm tone while appearing composed in manner, “All these dishes are not

graceful and natural manner after finishing his words and proceeded

his action had struck Harold and the others dumb

sudden, and he started to rant while pointing at the dishes on the table, “Well would you look at all these dishes. I understand that they are all

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

had just known about it for the

still take some of it,

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

“Yes, Sir.”

about the dishes that

her glances towards Gemma’s direction, and when she had perceived that Gemma was filling Timothy in on

moment that Ernest had placed the bowl of soup which had been cooled to

held on to her spoon without moving an inch as she asked casually, “You didn’t know that

“Why should I know?”

and he even