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 your time. I’ll go have

turned around, and walked to the

so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and habit.

the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped

were full of doting love, gazing at Florence

and lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes,

when being in the same room with

would be better for

siesta without caring about anything. However, before she fell asleep, she sensitively heard a

someone was

was sitting next to

vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled --

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

She hesitated.

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

looked over in the direction

glimpse, she

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

buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed

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

charm appearing on his face, which made

most handsome, while a

Ernest represented both

turned out that he

Ernest was concentrating on reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge.

a beautiful image, which

wished that the scene could always exist and she

fact, she was always obsessive

Florence 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 happened quite

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

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

delightful smile appearing at

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

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

wake up from her