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.

Hawkins, I’ve had enough. Please take

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

so annoyed, keeping blaming her

to put down the chopsticks. He

were full of doting love, gazing

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

always felt nervous when being in the same

be better for her

caring about anything. However, before she fell asleep,

seemed that someone

was sitting next

trembled -- she wanted to open her eyes and have a

she wondered if it would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes when opening her

She hesitated.

fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her

looked over in

just a glimpse,

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

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

noble. A book was opened in his

reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail to tear off her

handsome, while a man reading a book looked

Ernest represented

that he sat down

her, Florence forgot to dodge. She

was a beautiful image, which touched her heart

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

fact, she was always

looking at him. The moment during the noon

denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

the man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly

gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at

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

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

to wake up