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.

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turned around, and walked to the sofa reserve

keeping blaming her hands and habit. She felt extremely

the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using

full of doting love, gazing at Florence without

her, and lay

when being in the same room with

better for her to

a siesta without caring about anything. However,

seemed that someone

why Ernest was sitting next

vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted

would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes when opening

She hesitated.

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

and looked over in the direction where the sound

just a glimpse, she was

fell on the man’s

the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones

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

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

most handsome, while a man reading

represented both

he sat down

without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She just gazed at him in a

a beautiful image, which touched her heart

mind. She wished that the scene could always

always obsessive about

and Florence was looking at him. The moment during

and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things that happened quite

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

the man, who was reading the book seriously, suddenly switched his gaze from the book

a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

to her tiptoed, tossed away the

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

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