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.

“Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes would

Reynold muffled,

had lost his

waiter looked at Florence and Ernest again, “Excuse me, Mister and Miss, what else would you like to

Ernest didn’t answer.

thought, Florence said,

One moment, please. The dishes will be served

waiter put away his pen and

With a smile, he teased, “Did you

so many foods that he liked, and cod was one of

was a bit embarrassed.

to admit and said in a low

the same as hers, she knew what

arm wrapping around Florence was

in a joyful voice that he didn’t want to hide at all, “Florence, you care about me more

blushed, and her heart hammered. She

subconsciously formed a habit to do such

watching them opposite, the more Reynold felt

rabbit was living in his chest, biting his

dishes were provided pretty soon. Shortly, all the

for a whole morning, so she was pretty starved. Besides, all the dishes in front of her were her favorite, she had

had been focusing on Florence. Seeing that she enjoyed the food very much,

food as he did usually, he felt

it seemed that he had never been

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

having lunch,

deal with his matters, and he would

called, the matter must be

out his phone

Florence, “Enjoy your lunch.

“All right.”

her

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

gone, Reynold felt as if he just stepped out of a suffocating room.

dishes had also

realized that Ernest was the man

wouldn’t take him much time. Also, it meant that Reynold wouldn’t enjoy his happiness for

was so valuable,