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.

Reynold muffled, looking

even had lost his

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

Ernest didn’t answer.

said,

moment, please. The dishes will be

his pen

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

so many foods that he liked, and cod was

was a

a low

the same as hers, she knew what food he liked

wrapping around Florence

he didn’t want to hide at all, “Florence, you care about me more

hearing it, Florence suddenly blushed, and her heart hammered. She felt awkward

she subconsciously formed a

opposite, the more

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

pretty soon. Shortly, all the dishes were

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

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

didn’t enjoy it that much. Eating his favorite food as he did usually, he felt as if he was chewing the wax. He had no

many years, it seemed that he had

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

lunch, Ernest’s phone

with his matters, and he would seldom

matter must be quite

his phone and took a

your lunch.

“All right.”

her chopsticks, nodding in

up and strode over to a corner

if he just stepped out of a suffocating room. Even the air had

had also

Ernest was the

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

so valuable, Reynold didn’t