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

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

annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and habit. She felt

followed her to put down the chopsticks. He

of doting

on her, and lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes, reading

felt nervous when being in the

be better for her

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

seemed that someone

Ernest was

trembled --

would be so awkward as soon

She hesitated.

had fallen asleep and turned around,

she secretly narrowed her eyes and looked over in the direction where the sound

glimpse, she was

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

few buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed

knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in

There was a charm appearing on his

while a man reading a

Ernest represented both

he

was concentrating on reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She just

was a beautiful image, which

mind. She wished that

she was always obsessive

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

became calm in silence. Her denial and resistance to

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

peaceful, the man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his

gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

away the hair on her

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

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