My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 34

Perhaps due to the weekends, it seemed that Timothy was off on his own break. He was not around.

Ernest settled himself in the driver’s seat. He was driving personally today.

Florence stared at the luxurious car in front of her and with a helpless expression, she pulled open the door to the backseat.

Immediately, Ernest’s unhappy voice came from the front, “I’m not your driver. Sit in the passenger’s seat.”

Florence was speechless upon hearing that. He was really bothersome.

Florence sat down on the passenger’s seat and asked, “I remember that City N has a big florist’s too. Why aren’t we going to that one?”

If this journey was going to last an hour, then they must be headed to some other city.

“We are going to the ML Flower Market.”

Ernest replied as he suddenly leaned towards Florence.

Florence was stunned by his sudden movement as she stared nervously at the huge handsome face right in front of her eyes.

“Wh...What are you doing?”

Ernest was really close to her now, and his breath was even sprayed onto Florence’s face.

He was just staring at her expressionlessly. His eyes were a dark deep void with a vortex spinning deep within.

Florence could feel her heart beating furiously, and she was so short of breath that she felt like she almost suffocated.

In this messy atmosphere, just as she was about to push him away, Ernest extended his hand across her and pulled the seatbelt for her.

His hoarse voice was muffling a laugh, “Buckle up your seatbelt.”

Florence instantly felt so embarrassed that she was blushing. What nonsense had she been thinking about just now?

This was a Lamborghini supercar, but when Ernest was the driver, the car seemed to slow down considerably. The speed of his car was even slower than most cars on the road.

The ML Flower Market had some distance from City N, and with the speed Ernest was driving this car, they would need at least two hours to reach ML Flower Market.

Florence rolled down the car window and let the wind engulfed her.

The scenery along the way was really scenic, and they were passing by the ocean too. Florence decided not to be so stuck up about everything and just treated this as a short get away from her busy life.

She didn’t notice that when they were passing by any region with good scenery, Ernest would slowed down his car again and again.

By the time they reached the ML Flower Market, it was already noon.

This was a town full of florist’s and strewn with flowers. It was a town of flowers, and the whole town was a huge tourist attraction.

In every section of that town, there was countless scrumptious and aromatic eatery.

Ernest parked his car not too far from the food street, and the moment Florence stepped out of his car, she got a whiff of the food aroma. It aroused her hunger immediately.

However, when she glanced at the noble man right by her side, she could only let her budding idea to enjoy the food die inside her.

Ernest looked like someone who wouldn’t touch these street foods in his life.

Despite her expectation, Ernest led her towards the food street and asked in his low voice, “Have you eaten these before?”

“Huh?”

Florence didn’t understand the reason he was asking that, but she still answered, “I have eaten most of them.”

“Which are the best ones?”

“Roasted skewers, roasted squid, tofu pudding, mashed potatoes, fried food…”

When it came to eating, Florence immediately recited names of food continuously.

Ernest watched her best impersonation as a foodie, and an imperceptible smile crept into his eyes.

Then, he started to march towards the stalls selling roasted skewers.

Florence gawked at him astonishingly. Why did he go in that direction?

There were a crowd of youngsters gathering around that skewers stall, but when they saw Ernest coming their way, their attention were absorbed by him.

Some of the girls were even covering their mouth and let out an exclamation, “Wow, he’s so handsome!”

Ernest ignored all the adoration he got with an expressionless face as he reached the stall and forked out several bank notes to the owner of the stall.

His magnetic voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Give me a packet of this.”

A packet? !

The onlookers and the owner were all stunned by his words. It was the first time they had heard someone buying skewers in packets.

Nevertheless, the owner certainly wouldn’t mind earning this amount of money as he accepted the bank notes with a giggle.