My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 685: The Child

As she stood in the hall, Ernest came out of the kitchen. He carried a dish and wore an apron.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said,

“The food is ready, come and eat.”

Florence looked at him in a daze. She was a little confused about when did Ernest know how to cook.

When he wore the apron, it was not incongruous at all. He was still so charmingly handsome.

Ernest put down his plate, turned around and walked in front of Florence.

He hooked her chin with his index finger and his gaze was aggressive.

“Are you seducing me to eat you first by looking at me like that?”

His eyes were flickered with the fire that she was familiar with.

Florence was flushed. She stepped back shyly, “I’ll eat first.”

After saying that, she hurriedly ran to the dining table and sat down.

There were about ten dishes that she liked on the dining table.

At once, Florence felt that it was mouthwatering and she was very hungry.

She felt that she did not enjoy such a sumptuous meal for long. She was looking forward to eating them.

She immediately picked up her chopsticks and was about to start eating.

But just as the chopsticks were picked up, a broad palm pressed on her small hand.

“Don’t eat in a hurry, feed the baby first.”

Ernest sat beside her. More amazingly, he was holding a little boy of about one year old in his arms.

The face was exquisite as if it was carved. It was more beautiful than a doll.

Florence was stunned, whose child was this?

“Mummy, mummy hugs ...”

The child stretched out his short little hand and directed them towards Florence.

She had a child?

When did this happen?

jumped and

arms, his little body was

the role. She loved him so

I want to eat meat,

Florence’s arms and his tiny fingers were pointing at the stack of fried meats

also

and fragrant fried meat and swallowed her

young, you can’t eat spicy food,

don’t want, I want to

shook his head firmly, opened his big

his

picked

came Ernest’s

doing? He’s only one year old,

turned her head to look at Ernest’s angry face. His face

and tried to explain,

no sense of responsibility

cold voice interrupted Florence’s

cold and ruthless. It was very different from before. He even

and looked at her coldly, “I’ll take the child away now.

child and walked

tall back was cold and

daze. There came a sharp pain from her heart, as if she was

panicked and went after him

abandon

door, she did not notice the

woke up

in a daze and flickered her eyes for a long time, unable to return

front of her eyes was not the cold ground but a pure white ceiling with flower patterns

out that everything that had just

pain and depression in her heart dissipated. It was

was only a

let out a sigh of relief. She relaxed her nerves

her mind, the scene before she passed out flashed

the snow. She knew how bad her situation was. She thought that she was

she was obviously

did not

something, Florence sat up violently and looked

metre bed, surrounded by no other furniture, but with beautiful floral patterns painted on the

steps away was the door, but there was no door, instead, a curtain

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