My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 16

Florence inexplicitly felt that the ambience between the two men was a bit weird, but as she couldn’t figure it out, she chose to concentrate on her meal.

Dozens kinds of dishes with perfect combination of color, aroma and taste were perched on top of the table, most of which were light dishes while some of which had chili in it.

Florence had been fond of spicy food since her childhood, so naturally, she reached her chopsticks towards spicy dishes.

But just as she had picked up the food, the other pair of chopsticks also clasped the food.

She lifted her head and noticed it was Ernest’s chopsticks.

What a coincidence! Florence felt a bit awkward.

Harold, who was about to enjoy the meal, noticed the entangled chopsticks the moment he looked up, his face instantly turning gloomy.

Was he enjoying the meal or their PDA?

Florence felt a bit embarrassed and hurriedly loosened the clasp on the food and then turned to pick up the food in the other plate.

But just as she had clasped the food, she found Ernest clasping the same piece of meat with his chopsticks.

If this only happened once, she could call it a coincidence. But since this had happened twice, she was not sure about it.

She looked at Ernest in confusion and found him also looking at him in an overbearing manner.

He said in a stiff tone, “You can’t eat spicy food.”

Why? She had been eating spicy food since childhood.

Florence was stunned for a while. Then she recalled that she had a fever last night. Although she didn’t feel uncomfortable now, generally speaking people should have a recuperation period of several days after getting sick.

Was he caring about her health condition?

A touch of uneasiness flashed across Ernest’s handsome face. He withdrew his chopsticks, casually picked up the food from a light dish, and continued to enjoy the meal in an elegant manner.

Although Ernest had shifted his gaze away from her, Flores’ felt her heartbeat quickening.

After the meal, Florence and Ernest walked out of the restaurant.

A weird feeling crept up onto Florence when she was looking at his tall and straight back.

She took several steps forward and broke the silence, “I still have to go to work. I will leave first.”

“Let me send you there.” Ernest said blandly and walked towards outside.