My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 49

Fishing was a matter of calming down.

But Ernest who was sitting beside Florence with his tall figure, elegance, and a sense of presence that couldn't be ignored, made Florence's heart can’t calm down.

Thus, when Ernest caught the fifth fish, Florence hadn't even caught one.

She looked at the float that didn't even move, yeah, she was suspecting that her fish bait might be fake.

With the sea breeze blowing and no fish biting Florence's bait, Florence comfortably leaned on the chair and became sleepy.

Ernest glanced sideways to the woman that was sleeping with squinted eyes beside him, and then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

After a long while, Florence opened her eyes and saw the blue sky which was full of clouds.

Looking at it made her feel good.

She tilted her head again and saw Ernest who was sitting not far from her, his handsome side face seemed extremely cool and attractive.

As if he felt something, Ernest turned to look at Florence, “You're awake?”

Florence was stunned; she hurriedly opened her eyes with slightly hot cheeks.

“Yeah.”

She just replied like that because she was staring at him in infatuation, and he even saw her... That's a bit embarrassing.

Ernest put the fishing rod away.

Florence thought that they were going to go home so she hurriedly put her fishing rod away, but when she turned her head, she saw two lively fishes in her fish pot.

“How could there be fishes in here?” she remembered there was nothing there before she slept.

Ernest said it comfortably, “Your fishing rod moved so I pulled it up for you.”

So he just put those fishes on her fish pot.

Florence even dozed off while fishing, she felt a bit sorry for making him help her pull her fishing line.

“Thank you, I'll treat you some fishes later.”

“Sure.”

Ernest agreed to it frankly.

Florence was dumbfounded; she was just saying it courteously.

Forget it, he brought her to have fun at the sea, she should just treat him to eat some fishes, it could be considered as give and take.

While Florence was thinking of that, she saw the coastline getting nearer and nearer. At first, she though that they were going back, but after a closer look, she realized that it wasn't the hotel's beach, it's a very beautiful small island.

Florence was confused, “Mr. Hawkins, what do we come here for?”

“To grill fish.”

Ernest just said that.

Florence was dumbfounded, they went to a naturally undeveloped small island to grill fish, were they supposed to grill it themselves?

Her guess quickly got confirmed.

After the yacht docked, Timothy went off the boat and set up some fire on the beach.

Timothy was very well prepared; he put everything one by one neatly, including all condiments and the cleaned fish.

Grilling fishes on the beach...

It's a very unique pleasure.

Florence walked over, smiled, and asked, “Timothy, I didn't expect that you can also grill fish.”

Moreover, in such a primitive way.

Timothy put a large bag on the ground and started to put up the tent, while answering Florence's question.

“I can't grill fish.”

Florence was puzzled, “Then why are you setting up the fire?” If he couldn't, then... could Ernest grill it?

“It's for you to grill the fish.” Timothy said that naturally, “Didn't you say that you're treating Mr. Hawkins to eat some fishes?”

Florence was speechless.

She just said that she would treat Ernest to eat some fishes; she didn't say that she would grill the fish herself.

Seeing Florence's dumbfounded face, Timothy hesitated as he asked, “Ms. Fraser, have you ever grilled any fish before?”

“Well yeah, I have ever done, but...”

“That's good; you know that it's impossible for Mr. Hawkins to be able to grill it.”

Timothy was relieved so he continued to set the tent up.

Florence hesitated, even if she pretty like experiences like grilling fish by the beach, but the fish she grilled had always been not so delicious.