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.

Please take your time. I’ll go

didn’t raise her head, turned around, and walked to the sofa

her hands and

put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using

doting love, gazing at Florence

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

felt nervous when being in the

would be better for her to

anything. However, before she fell asleep, she sensitively heard

seemed that someone was sitting

why Ernest was sitting

became nervous. Her sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted to

wondered if it would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes

She hesitated.

pretended that she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her body

narrowed her eyes and looked over in the direction where the

a glimpse, she was

man’s

in a white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed

knees, looking leisure and noble.

There was a charm appearing on his

the most handsome, while a man reading a

Ernest represented

turned out that he sat down here

that Ernest was concentrating on reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge.

image, which touched her

want to save this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could always exist and she could keep it

always obsessive about Ernest’s

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

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

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his

her, a delightful

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

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

called to wake up from her