My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 257: His Fiancée Was Indeed Interesting

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. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

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.

“Mr. Hawkins, I’ve had enough. Please take your time. I’ll go have a nap.”

After finishing her words, Florence didn’t raise her head, turned around, and walked to the sofa reserve by her.

She felt so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and habit. She felt extremely embarrassed.

Ernest also followed her to put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using the napkin.

His deep eyes were full of doting love, gazing at Florence without a blink.

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

She always felt nervous when being in the same room with Ernest.

Hence, it would be better for her to fall asleep.

Florence tried her best to calm down. She planned to have a siesta without caring about anything. However, before she fell asleep, she sensitively heard a light sound on the couch next to her.

It seemed that someone was sitting down.

She wondered why Ernest was sitting next to her.

Florence immediately became nervous. Her sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted to open her eyes and have a check.

However, she wondered if it would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes when opening her eyes.

She hesitated.

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

Then she secretly narrowed her eyes and looked over in the direction where the sound came out.

With just a glimpse, she was stunned.

The soft sunshine came in from the window and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle halo, making him look quite fancy.

He was in a white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones and muscles inside.

He sat while crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in his fair and slender fingers.

At this moment, he was reading wholeheartedly, looking quite serious. There was a charm appearing on his face, which made Florence fail to tear off her gaze on him.

A serious man was the most handsome, while a man reading a book looked most elegant.

And Ernest represented both kinds.

It turned out that he sat down here to read.

Seeing that Ernest was concentrating on reading without noticing her, Florence forgot to dodge. She just gazed at him in a daze.

It was a beautiful image, which touched her heart deeply.

She couldn’t help but want to save this scene in her mind. She wished that the scene could always exist and she could keep it in secret.

In fact, she was always obsessive about Ernest’s appearance.

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

Florence’s nervousness gradually became calm in silence. Her denial and resistance to Ernest seemingly had become things that happened quite a long time ago.

Unconsciously, Florence fell asleep.

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

He gazed at her, a delightful smile appearing at his mouth corners.

Then, he stood up, walked to her tiptoed, tossed away the hair on her forehead, and kissed gently on it.

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An hour later…

“Florence, wake up. Florence...”

Florence was called to wake up from her dreams.

She opened her eyes in a daze, gaping at the man in front. She still looked dizzy, and obviously, she hadn’t sobered up yet.

Earnest looked at her dizzy face, a doting smile appearing on his handsome face.

He said steadily, “It’s time to get up.”

Florence blinked and finally came back to her senses. It wasn’t until then did she recognize that it was Ernest who was waking her up.

“Oh. All right. Okay,” Florence answered subconsciously.

Rubbing her dizzy head, she was about to sit up.

She was about to get up from the bed. However, when noticing where she was, she was startled. Then she sobered up completely.

She also became confused.

Wasn’t she napping on the sofa? Why was she lying on the bed now?”

Ernest was standing in front of her bed.

“I... How did I...” Looking at the noble and handsome man, Florence stammered, “How did I sleep on the bed?”

Ernest said calmly, “I carried you over here.”

Florence was speechless.

She was sleeping soundly on the sofa, but why would he carry her to the bed?

Besides, he said that so naturally. Florence felt so embarrassed when hearing that.

Seeing the expression change on her face, Ernest smiled deeply.

He looked at her and said jokingly, “Do you know you like turning around when sleeping? If it weren’t for me, you would wake up on the floor.”

Florence blushed immediately. Indeed, she liked turning around when sleeping. When she turned fiercely, she would move to the other end of the bed from where she was sleeping.

Although the sofa was big, it wasn’t as big as a big one. She turned around on it...

She wondered if she almost fell before Ernest helped her up.

She felt so embarrassed.

Florence wanted to cover her head with the quilt.

Ernest looked at her action, pressing his lips up again. His fiancée was way too interesting.

He wanted to tease her more.