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.

enough. Please take your time. I’ll

raise her head, turned around, and walked to the sofa reserve

felt so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and habit. She

the chopsticks.

full of doting love, gazing at Florence

and lay on the sofa. She closed her

nervous when being in the same room with

be better for

to have a siesta without caring about anything. However, before she fell

seemed that someone

was sitting next

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

would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes

She hesitated.

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

over in the direction where the

glimpse, she

on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle halo, making him look quite

unbuttoned on the collar. The open

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

this moment, he was reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail

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

Ernest represented

out that he sat down here

Florence forgot to dodge. She just gazed

was a beautiful image, which touched her heart

She wished that the scene could always exist and she could keep it in

always

him. The moment during the noon

silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things that happened

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

the

her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

her tiptoed, tossed away

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

to wake up