My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence quickly shook off her messy thoughts and picked up her chopsticks, ready to have lunch.

When she reached out to pick up some food, she noticed there was a dish in front of Ernest, which he didn’t like.

Although the hotel delivered lunch to their suite considerately, the food should be prepared together. They didn’t order dishes, so they couldn’t get their favorite food and flavor. Florence knew how picky Ernest was.

Hence, she reached out and moved the dish away and put it in a position that was farthest from him.

Then she picked up a plate of dish that Ernest liked and put it back in that vacant place.

She had it in a one go without any hesitation, quite skillful.

Ernest paused his action, looking at her deeply.

After that, Florence raised her head and met Ernest’s deep gaze. She was startled, and then she realized what she had done.

Just now she changed the dishes for Ernest so naturally and skillfully.

It seemed that she had formed a special habit when being with him.

She felt a bit embarrassed.

Suddenly she blushed. Florence looked at Ernest uneasily and stammered a few words from her mouth, “I’m sorry. I’ve been used to it.” Temporarily, she hadn’t changed the habit yet.

Ernest’s gaze at her became deeper, his eyes twinkling with some restless emotion.

He answered in a low voice, “That’s good.”

Florence blushed more, feeling more uneasy.

She immediately looked around. Without the guts to look at Ernest again, she lowered her head and started eating the rice in her bowl.

Ernest looked at her lowered head and could almost imagine how embarrassed she looked. A trace of amusement appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He was sure that she also had a certain feeling for him.

Since he was joyful, he had a good appetite for lunch. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating elegantly.

While having lunch, they both had different thoughts.

Although the food tasted quite good, Florence was eating in a hurry. She quickly finished lunch and put down the chopsticks.

I’ve had enough. Please take your time. I’ll go have

head, turned around, and

annoyed, keeping blaming her hands

down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped

deep eyes were full of doting love, gazing at Florence without

found a thin blanket, covered on her, and lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes,

felt nervous when being in the same

would be better

to calm down. She planned to have a siesta without caring about anything.

seemed that someone was

wondered why Ernest was

became nervous. Her sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled --

would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes

She hesitated.

a while, Florence pretended that she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting

narrowed her eyes and looked over in the direction where the

a glimpse,

from the window and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle halo, making him look

the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones

looking leisure and noble. A book was

appearing on his face, which made Florence

man was the most handsome, while a

represented

out that he sat

without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

was a beautiful image, which touched her heart

to save this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could always

fact, she was always

reading the book, and Florence was looking at him. The moment during the noon

became calm in silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things that happened quite a long

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his gaze from the

her, a delightful smile appearing

stood up, walked to her tiptoed, tossed away the hair on her forehead,

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

was called to wake