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 would you like to

as before,” Reynold muffled, looking

even had lost

looked at Florence and Ernest again, “Excuse me, Mister and Miss, what else would you like to

Ernest didn’t answer.

said,

One moment, please. The dishes will

waiter put away his

With a smile, he teased, “Did

not so many foods that he liked, and cod was

a

and said in a low

almost the same as hers,

around

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

it, Florence suddenly blushed, and her

subconsciously formed a habit to do

more he was watching them opposite, the more

rabbit

were provided pretty soon. Shortly,

was pretty starved. Besides, all the dishes in front of her were her favorite, she had a quite good

enjoyed the food

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

that he had

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

were having lunch, Ernest’s phone

his matters, and he would seldom call

matter

pulled out his phone

said to Florence, “Enjoy your

“All right.”

down her chopsticks, nodding

and strode over to a corner where there

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

had also become

Reynold realized that Ernest was the man he didn’t

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

was so valuable, Reynold didn’t waste the chance.