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.

before,” Reynold muffled, looking

even had

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

Ernest didn’t answer.

thought, Florence said, “Add a cod dish,

moment, please. The dishes will be served

put away his pen and

he teased, “Did you

not so many foods that he liked, and

a bit embarrassed.

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

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

arm wrapping around

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

blushed, and her heart hammered. She felt awkward

formed a habit to do such

opposite, the more Reynold felt upset.

felt as if a rabbit was living in his chest, biting his heart all the

provided pretty soon. Shortly, all the dishes were

was pretty starved. Besides, all the dishes in front of

enjoyed the

as he did usually, he felt as if he was

many years, it seemed that he had

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

lunch, Ernest’s phone

Timothy would deal with his matters,

matter must

pulled out his phone and

said to Florence, “Enjoy your lunch. I’ll go

“All right.”

down her chopsticks, nodding in

to a corner where

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

dishes had

realized that Ernest was the man he

was answering the call, which meant that it wouldn’t take him much time. Also, it meant that

so valuable, Reynold didn’t waste