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.

had enough. Please take your time.

head, turned around, and

keeping blaming her hands and habit. She

put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth

were full of doting

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

being in

would be better for

without caring about anything. However,

that someone was sitting

was sitting

trembled -- she wanted to open her

be so awkward as soon as she

She hesitated.

hesitating for a while, Florence pretended that she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her

looked over in the direction

just a glimpse, she

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

was in a white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones

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

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

most handsome, while a man

Ernest represented

that he sat down here to

Ernest was concentrating on reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She just gazed at him

was a beautiful image, which touched

this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene

fact, she was always obsessive about Ernest’s

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

Her denial and resistance to Ernest

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his gaze from

her, a delightful

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

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

called to wake up from her