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.

saw they stop talking, so he asked, “Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes

as before,” Reynold muffled,

had lost

again, “Excuse me, Mister and Miss, what else would you like to

Ernest didn’t answer.

a thought, Florence said, “Add a

please. The dishes will be served

away his pen and

With a smile, he teased, “Did you order it particularly for

were not so many foods that he liked,

a bit embarrassed.

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

was almost the same as hers, she knew what

wrapping around Florence

he didn’t want to

blushed, and her heart hammered. She felt awkward

she subconsciously formed a habit to do

watching them opposite,

Riverside City, Reynold felt as if a rabbit was living

dishes were provided pretty soon. Shortly, all

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

she enjoyed the food very much,

it that much. Eating his favorite food as he did usually, he felt as if he was chewing the wax. He had no appetite at

seemed that he had never been so

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

having lunch, Ernest’s

matters, and he would seldom

the matter must be quite

pulled out his phone and

he said to Florence, “Enjoy your

“All right.”

put down her chopsticks,

over to a corner where there

as if he just stepped out

dishes had also become

enough, Reynold realized that Ernest was the man he

wouldn’t take him much time. Also, it meant

was so valuable, Reynold didn’t waste