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 have

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

her

put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using

full of doting love,

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

being in the same room with

would be better for

her best to calm down. She planned to have a siesta without caring about anything.

seemed that someone was

wondered why Ernest was sitting next

immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she

be so awkward as soon as she

She hesitated.

had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her body to

and looked over in the direction where the sound came

a glimpse,

soft sunshine came in from the window and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in

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

and noble. A book was opened in his fair and slender

looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail

man was the most handsome, while a man reading

represented both

turned out that he sat down here

her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

was a beautiful image, which touched

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

fact, she was always obsessive about

was looking at him. The moment during the noon was so peaceful and

silence. Her denial and resistance to

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his gaze from the book onto

delightful smile appearing

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

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

wake up