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. I’ll go have a

words, Florence didn’t raise her head, turned around, and walked to the

her hands and

the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped

full of doting love, gazing at Florence

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

when being

better for her to fall

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

that someone

wondered why Ernest was

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

be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes when

She hesitated.

she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her

over

a glimpse,

on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle

unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his

his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book

was a charm appearing on

serious man was the most handsome, while a man reading a

represented both

out that he

reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to

image, which touched

her mind. She wished that the

fact, she was always obsessive about

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

and resistance to Ernest seemingly had

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

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

delightful smile appearing at his

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

--

An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

called to wake