My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence frowned slightly when she heard that.
The princess had thought herself as Ernest's future wife, and was asking if Ernest would server her the soup.
It was ridiculous.
Florence felt annoyed and irritated.
Ernest kept his eyes on Florence. Without looking at the Samantha, he answered in a disinterested voice, "Of course, I only
serve soup for 'my wife'."
He underlined the words 'my wife' with affection.
Florence's heart missed a beat as if it had been struck by an electric current.
Even without looking up, she could feel Ernest's hot gaze, which could burn and melt her.
Florence knew Ernest was referring her.
Florence could not help but think of the future. She would marry him, become his wife in the legal sense, and stay with him all
her life.
Just the thought of it fascinated her.
Samantha didn't feel any tenderness from Ernest, but his words made her happy.
After all, she would be Ernest's wife one day.
Since he was so good to his wife, they would live a happy life forever.
She was looking forward to it.
The atmosphere was becoming ambiguous.
Hearing this, Hector rolled his eyes and immediately put a piece of meat into Florence's bowl.
Florence was eating, and was stunned when she saw the piece of meat suddenly appearing in her bowl and was stunned.
Hector looked at Florence with a very gentle expression, and said softly, "Flory, you're too thin. Have more meat."

Florence was speechless.
She should eat more, but she didn't need him to give her food.
It made her feel that he had treated himself as her boyfriend. If Florence ate it, Hector would think she had agreed to be her
girlfriend. If she didn't eat it, she would embarrass him. But he was Duke Hector and she couldn't do it.
Florence was depressed and in a dilemma.
At that moment, Ernest reached over and removed Florence's bowl and replaced it with a new one.
He looked up at Hector, and said in a threatening tone, "She's a neat freak and won't eat anything that's been touched by a
stranger."
It was an explanation, a warning.
Hector was stunned. What Ernest said was so blunt and hurtful.
She was a neat freak and she disliked the dishes he picked for her.
But he was Florence's future husband, who would be the closest person in her life.
Hector looked at Florence with burning eyes, "Flory, it's fine that you are not used to it now. After we get married, you will get
used to it, right?"
Florence wanted to answer back, "It's impossible. It won't ever happen."
But she couldn't say so.
So she took it as if she hadn't heard it, and continued eating with the new bowl Ernest gave her.
It looked like she didn't pay attention to Hector at all.
Hector's affection had yielded nothing.
He looked at Florence deeply and was puzzled why she acted so. When Florence went to the banquet with him, she deliberately
dressed up, which showed that she was in love with him.
But when he finally met her, Florence didn't even talk to him or give him a look.

Why did she change so much?
Was it because he completed the test too slowly?
It must be!
If he went to find cactus, it would take a lot of time. When she was at home alone, she would miss him!
Hector's eyes softened as he thought like that.
"Don't worry, Flory. I'll get the cactus back as fast as I can. I won't leave you alone at home for too laugh."
Hearing this, Florence was almost choked by the soup.
How could he think she'd miss him? She would like him to find the cactus for the rest of his life, and never appeared in front of
her again.
Ernest's brow furrowed, and he was indeed angry now.
He patted lightly on Florence's back and comforted her.
Hector immediately walked to Florence with worries when he saw that she was coughing severely.
"What's the matter, Flory?"
Ernest shot a harsh glance at him and said, "Don't speak when you're eating."
Hector froze in place.
Ernest was blaming him for talking so much that it made Florence choked.
Seeing Florence's red face, Hector felt guilty and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
He felt so guilty that he couldn't wait to rush over and patted Florence on the back.
But thinking that Ernest was already doing it, and his relationship with Florence hadn't established, Hector didn't dare to take
further steps.
He was agitated, and secretly vowed he had to bring back the cactus as soon as possible.

It was time to use what he had never intended to use.
After a long while, Florence finally breathed smoothly.
She was very depressed. Hector was a jinx, wasn't he? She never felt good when he was around.
Ernest handed over a bowl of soup. "Take your time."
Florence nodded and took it.
After drinking the soup, her dry and uncomfortable throat was moistened.
But looking back at the dishes, she had lost her appetite.
"All right, let's eat," Samantha smiled graciously and spoke as she put some dished in Ernest's bowl.
"Ernest, you haven't eaten much yet. Have more."
Her attention was always on Ernest, and she noticed that from the beginning of the meal to now, Ernest was taking care of
Florence and didn't eat much.
Samantha helped Ernest get the food and wanted to bring them closer together.
Watching Samantha's action, Florence, who had just finished her soup, took a deep breath.
The real neat freak was actually Ernest.
In all her time with Ernest, Florence had never seen him eat anything that anyone else had touched, except she herself.
This princess was asking for embarrassment.
Then Ernest's handsome face darkened at the sight of the dishes in the bowl. He frowned slightly with disgust.
He pursed his lips and then stood up, saying coldly, "I still have things to deal with, so I have to go now. Enjoy yourselves."
With that, he stood up and left the table.