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.

asked, “Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes

as before,” Reynold muffled,

even had lost

at Florence and Ernest again, “Excuse me, Mister and

Ernest didn’t answer.

Florence said, “Add a cod dish,

moment, please. The dishes will be

put away his

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

many foods that he liked, and cod was one of

was a bit

a

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

around

said in a joyful voice that he didn’t want to hide at all, “Florence,

her

she subconsciously formed a

them opposite, the more Reynold

rabbit was living in his chest, biting

were provided pretty soon. Shortly, all the

walked for a whole morning, so she was pretty starved. Besides, all the dishes in

been focusing on Florence. Seeing that she enjoyed the food very much, he naturally also had a

food as he did usually, he felt as if he was chewing the wax.

seemed that he

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

were having lunch,

matters, and he would seldom call

the matter

his phone and took a

your lunch. I’ll go answer a

“All right.”

down her chopsticks,

a corner where there was no one

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

dishes had also

realized that Ernest was

wouldn’t take him much

was so valuable, Reynold