My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Noticing that Florence was sitting motionlessly, Ernest looked up at her, “Don’t you like it?”

“Not really.”

Florence shook her head. She passed the lunch box back to Ernest. “It takes good. Why don’t you have this?” The noodles tasted quite bad.

“I don’t eat others’ food,” Ernest answered firmly.

He used the chopsticks to pick up a bunch of noodles, and he soon finished the whole bowl of noodles.

Florence looked at him in surprise. She hardly could believe what she had heard.

Did Ernest say that things brought by Gemma were “others’ food”?

Wasn’t Gemma his girlfriend?

Confusion surged in her heart, making Florence quite puzzled. Suddenly she raised an idea that had never occurred to her before.

Was it possible that between Ernest and Gemma...

She finished eating while feeling complicated. Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do for Ernest, Florence told him that she would go back home.

Ernest gazed at her.

Then he said in a tone as if he was giving a command, “Stay here tonight.”

Florence blushed, shaking her head. “No, thanks. I need to go home.”

How could she stay overnight in a man’s house for no reason? She wondered what was on Ernest’s mind when he requested her just now.

Florence turned around and was about to walk outside, but her wrist was grabbed by Ernest’s big hand.

He said naturally, “If you leave, whom I should call for help if I want to drink water at night?”

After a pause, he added, “The noodles just now were so salty.”

Florence was speechless. She watched him finish the whole bowl of noodles. She thought his sense of taste didn’t work and couldn’t find how salty the noodles were.

“But Mr. Hawkins, it was your left hand that’s injured. You can pour the water using your right hand.”

Ernest looked more annoyed. He gazed at Florence with seriousness.

“So don’t you want to be responsible?”

understand why it had something to do

about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

instantly jumped to her throat. Worried, she

dodged from his hand, looking quite cold and

worry about me.

home tonight. Let me take a look

She

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take his

“It’s all right now. Just now it hurt a

hurt a bit suddenly?’ Florence

his handsome face returned to a noble

he felt just now was a dream or an

and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t

Ernest felt a bit awkward. He strode towards

“It’s time for bed.”

Florence’s

were only one bedroom and one

sleep with him on the same

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to go there

down at

couldn’t help

only go to Ernest’s room.

in the room, she said quite firmly, “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You

asked her to stay not

say anything.

that Ernest was so easy-going, Florence felt a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there wouldn’t be

room and went to take a shower

a look at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes and then walked to sit down

of his left hand were exposed, so he could do something simple like turning the

an hour later, with a click, the bathroom door was

down the pen in his

conservative-styled pajamas, almost the same as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat, looking

to face a man as soon

done with the shower. I’ll

she spoke, she wanted to walk to

at her and said in a low voice, “Come

“For what?”