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 time.

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

blaming her hands

down the chopsticks. He

eyes were full of doting love, gazing at Florence without a

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

felt nervous when being

be better for her to

about anything. However, before she fell asleep, she

someone was

Ernest was sitting next

sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted

would be so awkward as soon as she met his

She hesitated.

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

her eyes and looked over in the direction where the

glimpse,

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

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

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

he was reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing

man was the most handsome, while a man reading a

represented both

turned out that he

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

image, which touched her

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

was always obsessive about Ernest’s

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

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

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

her breath gradually became peaceful, the man, who was reading the

a delightful smile appearing at

tiptoed, tossed away the hair on her forehead, and kissed gently on

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

to wake up from her