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.

stop talking, so he asked, “Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes would you like

as before,” Reynold muffled,

had lost his

me, Mister and Miss, what else would

Ernest didn’t answer.

a thought, Florence said, “Add a cod

moment, please. The dishes will be

waiter put away his

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

were not so many foods that he liked,

a bit

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

the same as

wrapping around Florence

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

her heart hammered.

subconsciously formed a

he was watching them opposite,

Riverside City, Reynold felt as if a rabbit was living in his chest,

were provided pretty soon. Shortly, all the dishes

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

that she enjoyed the food very much, he naturally also had

usually, he felt as if he was chewing the wax. He had no appetite

that he had never been so

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

were having lunch, Ernest’s

Timothy would deal with his matters, and he would seldom

he called, the matter must be quite

phone and took

Florence, “Enjoy your lunch. I’ll go answer

“All right.”

down her chopsticks, nodding in

corner where there was no one around, answering

gone, Reynold felt as if he just stepped out of a suffocating room. Even the air had

had

Ernest was the

that it wouldn’t take him much

was so valuable, Reynold didn’t waste