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

turned around,

felt so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands

put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using

full of doting love, gazing

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

always felt nervous when being in

it would be better for her to fall

caring about anything. However, before she fell

seemed that someone was

Ernest was sitting next to

Her eyelashes trembled

so awkward as soon as she met

She hesitated.

she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her body to

over

just a glimpse,

soft sunshine came in from the window and fell on the man’s

on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones and muscles

his knees, looking leisure and noble.

There was a charm appearing

while a man reading a book looked most

Ernest represented both

that he

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

beautiful image,

this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could always exist and she could

fact, she was always obsessive

the book, and Florence was looking at him. The moment during the noon was so peaceful and

silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

who was reading the book

gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth

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

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

called to wake up from her