My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

However, Ernest didn’t care about the man opposite who was going nuts. He browsed the menu elegantly and put it down.

Then he ordered a few dishes.

The waiter wrote them down. However, Reynold was still puzzled.

He looked over at Florence. “What would you like to eat? Please order some.”

Florence hurriedly waved her hand and said subconsciously, “What Mr. Hawkins ordered just now are all my favorite dishes.”

Reynold stiffed, feeling quite surprised.

He wondered how Ernest would know what Florence’s favorite dishes were. Ernest was so familiar that he made the order without any hesitation.

Seeing that Reynold was confused, Ernest explained to him out of rare kindness, “Florence and I are staying together. I know what her favorite dishes are.”

“What? You’ve been living together when you were in City N?”

Reynold couldn’t keep calm any longer upon hearing his words.

He stood up excitedly, looking at the two opposite. He felt like that he was struck by the lightning, and he couldn’t accept it at all.

In difficulty, he squeezed a few words between his teeth, “You... Are you living together before marriage?”

His words made Florence blushed. She felt that her cheeks burned.

In embarrassment, she explained, “It’s not what you think. I just... for some reason, I’m staying in Mr. Hawkins’ house. I’ll move out when I’ve found a suitable apartment.”

She refused to admit t that they were living together before marriage.

Ernest’s hand that was holding Florence’s waist tightened a bit. He felt a bit unhappy -- why did she explain in such details?

Besides, it was a fact that they were living together and they were sharing the same bed.

Although Florence explained, it was the same for Reynold. He only knew that Florence was living with Ernest.

That was why Ernest opened stayed in Florence’s suite of the hotel.

At the thought that they were staying together, Reynold felt sharp pangs in his heart as if he was stung by needles.

Frowning, he sat down unhappily, emanating an aura that he would be furious the next second.

Ernest cast a cold glance at him, pressing his lips into a threatening arc.

he asked, “Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes would you like to

before,” Reynold muffled,

had lost

at Florence and Ernest again, “Excuse me, Mister and Miss, what else would

Ernest didn’t answer.

thought, Florence said, “Add a

please. The dishes will be served pretty

away his pen and

at Florence. With a smile, he teased, “Did you

not so many foods that he liked, and cod was one of

was a bit embarrassed.

nodded to admit and said in a low voice, “You only ordered my favorite

his favorite food was almost the same as hers, she knew

arm wrapping around Florence was

said in a joyful voice that he didn’t want to

and her heart hammered.

formed a habit to do

them opposite, the more Reynold felt

to Riverside City, Reynold felt as if a rabbit was living in his chest, biting his heart all

soon. Shortly, all the dishes

she was pretty starved. Besides, all the dishes in front of her were her favorite, she had a quite good

the food very much, he naturally also had

usually,

that

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

they were having lunch, Ernest’s phone

matters, and he would

the matter must be quite

pulled out his phone and

said to Florence, “Enjoy your

“All right.”

down her chopsticks, nodding in

up and strode over to a corner where there was no one around, answering

gone, Reynold felt as if he just stepped out of

had also

Reynold realized that Ernest

answering the call, which meant that it wouldn’t take him much time. Also, it meant that Reynold wouldn’t enjoy his happiness for a

valuable, Reynold didn’t waste the chance.