My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 222

However, Ernest didn’t care about the man opposite who was going nuts. He browsed the menu elegantly and put it down.

Then he ordered a few dishes.

The waiter wrote them down. However, Reynold was still puzzled.

He looked over at Florence. “What would you like to eat? Please order some.”

Florence hurriedly waved her hand and said subconsciously, “What Mr. Hawkins ordered just now are all my favorite dishes.”

Reynold stiffed, feeling quite surprised.

He wondered how Ernest would know what Florence’s favorite dishes were. Ernest was so familiar that he made the order without any hesitation.

Seeing that Reynold was confused, Ernest explained to him out of rare kindness, “Florence and I are staying together. I know what her favorite dishes are.”

“What? You’ve been living together when you were in City N?”

Reynold couldn’t keep calm any longer upon hearing his words.

He stood up excitedly, looking at the two opposite. He felt like that he was struck by the lightning, and he couldn’t accept it at all.

In difficulty, he squeezed a few words between his teeth, “You... Are you living together before marriage?”

His words made Florence blushed. She felt that her cheeks burned.

In embarrassment, she explained, “It’s not what you think. I just... for some reason, I’m staying in Mr. Hawkins’ house. I’ll move out when I’ve found a suitable apartment.”

She refused to admit t that they were living together before marriage.

Ernest’s hand that was holding Florence’s waist tightened a bit. He felt a bit unhappy -- why did she explain in such details?

Besides, it was a fact that they were living together and they were sharing the same bed.

Although Florence explained, it was the same for Reynold. He only knew that Florence was living with Ernest.

That was why Ernest opened stayed in Florence’s suite of the hotel.

At the thought that they were staying together, Reynold felt sharp pangs in his heart as if he was stung by needles.

Frowning, he sat down unhappily, emanating an aura that he would be furious the next second.

Ernest cast a cold glance at him, pressing his lips into a threatening arc.

The waiter saw they stop talking, so he asked, “Excuse me, Mr. Myron. What dishes would you like to order?”

“Same as before,” Reynold muffled, looking quite disappointed.

He even had lost his appetite.

The waiter looked at Florence and Ernest again, “Excuse me, Mister and Miss, what else would you like to order?”

Ernest didn’t answer.

After a thought, Florence said, “Add a cod dish, please.”

“Sure. One moment, please. The dishes will be served pretty soon.”

The waiter put away his pen and left politely.

Ernest gazed at Florence. With a smile, he teased, “Did you order it particularly for me?”

There were not so many foods that he liked, and cod was one of them.

Florence was a bit embarrassed.

She still nodded to admit and said in a low voice, “You only ordered my favorite food.”

Although his favorite food was almost the same as hers, she knew what food he liked the most.

Ernest’s arm wrapping around Florence was tightened.

He said in a joyful voice that he didn’t want to hide at all, “Florence, you care about me more and more.”

Upon hearing it, Florence suddenly blushed, and her heart hammered. She felt awkward and flustered.

She realized that she subconsciously formed a habit to do such things.

The more he was watching them opposite, the more Reynold felt upset.

Since Ernest came to Riverside City, Reynold felt as if a rabbit was living in his chest, biting his heart all the time.

The dishes were provided pretty soon. Shortly, all the dishes were served.