My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 257

Florence quickly shook off her messy thoughts and picked up her chopsticks, ready to have lunch.

When she reached out to pick up some food, she noticed there was a dish in front of Ernest, which he didn’t like.

Although the hotel delivered lunch to their suite considerately, the food should be prepared together. They didn’t order dishes, so they couldn’t get their favorite food and flavor. Florence knew how picky Ernest was.

Hence, she reached out and moved the dish away and put it in a position that was farthest from him.

Then she picked up a plate of dish that Ernest liked and put it back in that vacant place.

She had it in a one go without any hesitation, quite skillful.

Ernest paused his action, looking at her deeply.

After that, Florence raised her head and met Ernest’s deep gaze. She was startled, and then she realized what she had done.

Just now she changed the dishes for Ernest so naturally and skillfully.

It seemed that she had formed a special habit when being with him.

She felt a bit embarrassed.

Suddenly she blushed. Florence looked at Ernest uneasily and stammered a few words from her mouth, “I’m sorry. I’ve been used to it.” Temporarily, she hadn’t changed the habit yet.

Ernest’s gaze at her became deeper, his eyes twinkling with some restless emotion.

He answered in a low voice, “That’s good.”

Florence blushed more, feeling more uneasy.

She immediately looked around. Without the guts to look at Ernest again, she lowered her head and started eating the rice in her bowl.

Ernest looked at her lowered head and could almost imagine how embarrassed she looked. A trace of amusement appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He was sure that she also had a certain feeling for him.

Since he was joyful, he had a good appetite for lunch. Picking up his chopsticks, he started eating elegantly.

While having lunch, they both had different thoughts.

Although the food tasted quite good, Florence was eating in a hurry. She quickly finished lunch and put down the chopsticks.

“Mr. Hawkins, I’ve had enough. Please take your time. I’ll go have a nap.”

After finishing her words, Florence didn’t raise her head, turned around, and walked to the sofa reserve by her.

She felt so annoyed, keeping blaming her hands and habit. She felt extremely embarrassed.

Ernest also followed her to put down the chopsticks. He gracefully wiped his mouth using the napkin.

His deep eyes were full of doting love, gazing at Florence without a blink.

Florence found a thin blanket, covered on her, and lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes, reading to nap.

She always felt nervous when being in the same room with Ernest.

Hence, it would be better for her to fall asleep.

Florence tried her best to calm down. She planned to have a siesta without caring about anything. However, before she fell asleep, she sensitively heard a light sound on the couch next to her.

It seemed that someone was sitting down.

She wondered why Ernest was sitting next to her.

Florence immediately became nervous. Her sleepiness had vanished immediately. Her eyelashes trembled -- she wanted to open her eyes and have a check.

However, she wondered if it would be so awkward as soon as she met his eyes when opening her eyes.

She hesitated.

After hesitating for a while, Florence pretended that she had fallen asleep and turned around, tilting her body to that couch.

Then she secretly narrowed her eyes and looked over in the direction where the sound came out.

With just a glimpse, she was stunned.

The soft sunshine came in from the window and fell on the man’s shoulders, seemingly he was in a gentle halo, making him look quite fancy.

He was in a white shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned on the collar. The open shirt faintly exposed his delicate collarbones and muscles inside.

He sat while crossing his knees, looking leisure and noble. A book was opened in his fair and slender fingers.