My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It was soon that Florence put down her work and took out her phone. She called Cooper once again. The phone rang for a long while and the call was still not picked up just like what happened these two days. Florence’s eyes glazed over as she looked at the screen. She wrinkled her eyebrows with uneasiness. Could it be something had happened to Cooper when he suddenly quitted his job and lost in contact?

With a slightly complicated feeling, Florence went to the restaurant special for Ernest once again to taste the food for him. Ernest was sitting beside the table near a pond with amazing sceneries as usual, waiting for her silently. Even though that kind of scene had appeared too many times, Florence still felt it was extremely beautiful and pleasant to look at.

“Mr. Hawkins.” She smiled and greeted Ernest. She put the laptop she brought onto the table and was ready to taste the dish. As she was going to reach for the chopsticks, she was startled to see the cutleries, western food, beef steak and salad on the table that was different from usual. It completely differed with the usual Chinese dish! Florence was dumbfounded. Seeing her in a daze, there was an indiscernible smile on Ernest’s face. He spoke with a serious manner, “Have a try.”

“…okay.” Florence used the cutleries to cut and eat the beef steak. Not knowing whether she had gone picky after tasting the food all these time, although the steak smelled good when she ate it, she deemed it to not be that tasty as it had a little flaw which was not spicy. Since it was the main dish, she looked at Ernest and said, “It doesn’t taste very well.” As if her response was within his anticipation, Ernest raised his hand and ordered, “Get me another dish.”

“Yes, sir.” Two waiters which showed up from the side took the beef steaks away with deference right in front of them. Two other waiters then immediately pushed a food cart over after them and placed the new beef steaks in front of them. Florence was a little surprised as the Chinese dishes were all placed on the table at one go back then to let her try them each at a time, yet the western dishes were served one at a time.

at the same time and she would only have less than two bites for each dish, whereas for beef steak, she would basically finish it, therefore the amount of western dish served was less. She looked at the beef steak before her and thought she would not have a full stomach this

fork after having just one bite. “Mr. Hawkins, this beef steak tastes good.” Ernest nodded and said naturally, “Then let’s eat together.” Florence was startled. Wasn’t she supposed to taste

was not the case for beef steak. Florence choked and felt it hard to retort his words. Yet could the steak she commented as not delicious and was taken back before

Ernest’s table, and different cuisines were shown instead, such as Western cuisine, Vietnamese cuisine, French cuisine, Japanese and Korean cuisines. Since every country had its own unique style and the dishes were served one at a time, Florence’s notebook had gone completely useless.

it was Ernest. She was baffled of his intention to call her at that time. After a moment of thought,

phone. Florence glanced at the dark sky outside the window. She hesitated

house while carrying her bag. She saw a familiar Lamborghini car upon leaving the yard. She was utterly surprised. Ernest was actually in front of her house? Then why did he call her wanting

car and sat at the back. She said to him, “Mr. Reid, I wonder why Mr. Hawkins

open the door herself using her fingerprint. The moment she stepped into the house, an unidentified object suddenly pounced onto her heel and