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

her words, Florence didn’t raise her head, turned around,

blaming her hands and habit. She felt

the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using the

doting love, gazing at Florence

lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes,

being in the same

would be better for her to fall

anything. However, before

seemed that someone was sitting

Ernest was sitting next to

vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted to open her

wondered if it would be so awkward as

She hesitated.

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

eyes and looked over in the direction

glimpse,

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

unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones and

sat while crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in

quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which

handsome, while a

represented

he sat down here to

Florence forgot to dodge. She just

a beautiful image, which touched

this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could

she was always

at him. The moment

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

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

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

delightful smile appearing at his mouth

he stood up, walked to her tiptoed, tossed away the hair

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

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