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.

enough. Please take your

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

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

followed her to put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped

full of doting love, gazing

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

nervous when being in the same

would be better for her

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

seemed that someone was sitting

why Ernest was sitting

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

if it would be so awkward as soon as

She hesitated.

fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her body

she secretly narrowed her eyes and looked over in

just a glimpse, she was

window and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in

buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The

while crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in his fair and

quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face,

handsome, while a man reading

Ernest represented

turned out that he

her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

a beautiful image, which

but want to save this scene in her mind. She wished

was always

at him. The moment during the noon was so

gradually became calm in silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things that happened quite a

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

her breath gradually became peaceful, the man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his gaze from the book

gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

tossed away the

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

wake