My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence took her seat and started to taste those dishes like normal. However, what was different this time was that she would
scribble something in her notebook after getting a taste of each dish.
Ernest gaped at her with doubt in his eyes, “What are you writing there?”
“You’ll know in a minute.”
Florence was very meticulous this time when she tasted each dishes. After each mouthful, she had this look as if she reminisced
on the taste for a moment before writing something down on her notebook.
Ernest looked at her with interest and thought that she was fond of the dishes being served today. It seemed that those chefs he
had hired today could be hired again next time.
What Florence didn’t know was that the ten chefs in the kitchen was only hired for today’s occasion.
In order to let her taste different flavors every time, each time she came here, the ten chefs would be completely different from
last time, and they were all top chefs who had great reputation in the world.
After getting a taste of every dish, Florence was completely stuffed. Her notebook was full of information too.
She singled out all the best and most delicious dishes rapidly and placed it in front of Ernest.
Then, she handed her notebook to him.
“Mr. Hawkins, this is the culmination of my experience during this period of tasting dishes for you. Although the dishes were
different every time, there is a pattern in terms of your liking and the taste. According to my conclusion I’ve written her, the chefs
would be able to cook dishes you will surely love every time.”
Ernest scanned the writing in the notebook and thought that her writing was immaculate and the contents were logical and fine. It
seemed that she had put a lot of efforts into this.
However...
Ernest didn’t have a good expression on his face, “What do you mean by giving this to me?”
Florence was a little flustered, being stared at by him. She gnashed her teeth as she explained seriously, “There are only a few
days left until the end of our agreement. I won’t be able to taste any dishes for you after that, so I’ve written a summary of my

experience. That way, you will be able to enjoy dishes you love without me testing them for you first.”
Florence was really doing this for Ernest’s sake, but in his ears, it sounded like something rude and offensive. Ernest’s face
became gradually darkened.
He watched her with menacing eyes, and there was a mild anger seeping from within.
Was she already starting to plan for what would happen after the end of their engagement?
As she watched Ernest’s unhappy expression, Florence was a little dumbfounded. Was it because she had written this down in
the spur of the moment, and he was thinking of it as her being too careless and thoughtless?
After hesitating slightly, Florence continued earnestly, “We still have one more week. In the coming days, I will seriously taste the
dishes and come up with a serious conclusion. Mr. Hawkins, you can be rest assured. The data will be more than complete the
next time around.”
Ernest stared at Florence with a icy cold gaze, and it sounded like he was forcing himself to speak these words, “Get out.”
If she continued to stand in front of him, he wouldn’t know what he would do to her.
...
At night, in the Serendipity Club...
In a VIP suite, countless expensive wines were arranged on the table. There were a few young masters seated on the nearby
sofas.
Ernest was the one standing out the most among them.
No matter what he did, there was no hiding the fact that he was the most handsome and exuded the most impressive and
elegant aura.
He sat on a sofa expressionlessly, and he was swirling a glass of red win in his hand before gulping down the contents in one go.
Then, he poured himself another glass.
A few bottles of wine had been emptied and there were lying by his pale-white hands.
Harold was seated next to him, and after examining Ernest, he poked Anthony who was by his side.

“Don’t you think that there is something wrong with Ernest? He seems to be in a bad mood.”
“He doesn’t just seem like it, he is actually in a bad mood.”
Anthony glanced at Harold meaningfully, “Why not you go comfort him a little?”
Harold immediately felt a chill running down his spine, “Why don’t you go in my place?”
Whenever Ernest was in such a bad mood, whoever that attempted to confront him would be ground into dust.
Anthony answered with a straight face, “After all, you are still his nephew.”
Harold couldn’t produce any response but he secretly mused that they were still friends if they weren’t considering their status in
the family.
Just as Harold was still contemplating on his decision to give some words of concern to Ernest, Ernest suddenly shot his gaze in
their direction.
“Come here. I have something I want to ask you.”
Harold felt his body tense up as he felt even more reluctant to go over there.
However, when he laid eyes on Ernest’s impatient expression, he immediately gave in. He shoved Anthony in his direction while
they both took their seat next to Ernest on the sofa.
Ernest had drunk quite some alcohol, and there was a vague color on his face at the moment. However, he still sounded sharp
as ever.
He asked in a low voice, “Am I handsome?”
Both Harold and Anthony were at a loss for words for a moment.
They both exchanged a glance and felt a weird chill running down their spine. It seemed true that there was something seriously
wrong about Ernest.
“You’re especially handsome.” Harold answered truthfully.
Ernest the followed up with another question, “Am I likeable in a female’s eyes?”

“Of course. If we are talking about City N, the number of female who liked you could surround the borders of City N and formed a
line one hundred times over.” Harold nodded.
Ernest looked like he didn’t like this answer a lot. He wrinkled his eyebrows and a cold, menacing aura was exuded by him.
In this huge suite, it suddenly felt narrow and dangerous.
Harold had a confused and innocent look on his face. Did he say something wrongly?
He tugged at Anthony’s shirt as he sought help from him. It was as if he was handing over the baton to make the situation better.
Anthony was speechless as he looked at Ernest and asked with caution, “Ernest, did you have a fight with Ms. Fraser?”
Seeing that there was something odd about Ernest’s expression, he added, “Today, she saw the famous model, James, and she
was eager to make him her model. However, upon the mention of getting your permission, she suddenly stopped going through
with her suggestion.”
Ernest’s expression darkened a few shades as he affirmed that this woman was really trying to avoid her.
He took a sip from his red wine as he replied, “In a week, our engagement would come to an end. She is merely preparing for
the moment she can leave me.”
She is distancing herself from him and avoiding him, not to mention compiling a list of dishes for him.
The only reason she had done so much was to leave without looking back after severing their bond as the thirty-day time limit
was up.
She was really heartless about this.
Harold suddenly came to a realization, “Ms. Fraser must have really thought that you are faking an engagement with her. From
her perspective, it seems like what she is doing is reasonable...”
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Ernest’s gaze which was turning frosty. He couldn’t help but
swallow his remaining words.
He felt very indignant although he was not wrong.

Anthony cast a glance at Harold and thought that Harold was only making the situation worse, seeing that Ernest was already in
a foul mood.
In the past month, Ernest was doing his best to imprint on Florence an impression. He was trying to capture her heart wordlessly,
yet as the time limit approached, not only did he fail to achieve anything, Florence was swinging in full motion in her preparation
to terminate their engagement...
When their contract ended, it would be more than difficult to marry Florence again.
“Of course you can’t end your engagement with her. At the very least, you must make Ms. Fraser your fiancée for a long time.”
“Then things should be easy.” Harold chuckled, “You should just sleep with her and insist on holding responsibility over her.
Naturally, you guys would end up together.”
Ernest glared at Harold coldly.
Harold made a swallowing gesture before adding, “Or else, you can let her be responsible for you.”
Ernest’s temple throbbed as he took another big mouthful of wine. Why did he throw himself in a huge dilemma and broached
this topic in front of them? He felt eve worse now.
What he had done that night had caused Florence to hate “him” so much. If he were to do it again, who knew how far Florence
would distant herself from him.
Anthony’s body tilted forward a little and blocked Harold who was giving stupid suggestions.
He said, “I do have some idea. You have one more week, and while Ms. Fraser is trying to prepare herself to leave you, you
should put a stop to that and drag it as long as you want.”
Ernest’s movements stopped in mid-air as he raised his eyebrows.
This felt like a great idea.