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.

take your

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

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

chopsticks. He

doting love, gazing

thin blanket, covered on her, and lay

when being in the

it would be better for her to

about anything. However, before she fell asleep, she sensitively heard a light sound on the

someone was

wondered why Ernest was

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

awkward as soon

She hesitated.

fallen asleep and turned

secretly narrowed her eyes and looked over

glimpse, she was

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

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

leisure and noble. A book was opened in

charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail to tear off

was the most handsome, while a

Ernest represented

turned out that he sat

noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

a beautiful image, which touched her

couldn’t help but want to save this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could always exist and she could keep

she was always obsessive about

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

calm in silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

the book seriously,

a delightful smile appearing at

tossed away the hair

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

wake