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

her words, Florence didn’t raise her head, turned around, and walked to

her hands and

down the chopsticks. He

deep eyes were full of doting love, gazing at

and lay on the sofa.

when being in

better for her to fall

to calm down. She planned to have a siesta without caring about anything. However, before she fell asleep,

seemed that someone

why Ernest was sitting next

Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted to open her eyes and have a

it would be so awkward as soon

She hesitated.

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

and looked over in

just a glimpse,

and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle

in a white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on the collar.

while crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book

was reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail to tear off

while a man reading a book

represented both

that he

reading without noticing her, Florence forgot

image, which touched

couldn’t help but want to save this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could

always obsessive

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

to Ernest seemingly had become things

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

her breath gradually became peaceful, the man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched

at her, a delightful

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

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

to wake up