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

her head, turned around, and walked

so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and

the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped

were full of doting

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

felt nervous when being in the same room

would be better

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

seemed that someone was

wondered why Ernest was

sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she

as soon as she met

She hesitated.

Florence pretended that she had fallen asleep and turned around,

eyes and looked over in the

glimpse,

the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was

unbuttoned on the

crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in his fair and slender

this moment, he was reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on

man was the most handsome, while a man reading a book looked

represented

he sat

reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

beautiful image, which touched her

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

always obsessive about

and Florence was looking at him.

to

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

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

gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

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

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

to wake up from