My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 682

They were now facing a tough situation and had to race against the clock to get out of the snowfield.

They should not sleep any longer.

Florence’s urge to sleep vanished in an instant and she opened her eyes at once, about to sit up from the quilt.

As she just moved, Ernest held her down.

"Wait, it's cold outside. Get dressed under the covers."

With that, Ernest sat up from the side. He took out Florence's clothes from behind, and shoved them into her arms.

The moment Ernest left, the cold wind instantly blew in from the outside, and Florence could feel the piercing cold.

But in a flash, her arms were stuffed with clothes, which were still warm.

Florence was a little surprised and she looked at Ernest. Had he covered her clothes with the quilt when she was still asleep just now?

This was what she used to do when it was too cold in the winter. She would take the clothes she was going to wear to bed and cover them with quilt in advance.

Yet she did not expect that Ernest who was so superior and thought he was beyond all humans would do such thing for her.

Florence was touched and gratitude bubbled up inside her.

Seeing Florence's dazed and admirable eyes, Ernest's eyes went slightly deep. Her expression worked especially well on him.

He let out a pleasant smile and said in a doting way, "Put on your clothes first, I'll heat the meal up."

He then sat up from the quilt and put on his clothes slowly.

Florence looked at him while being startled. She had a continuous surge of complex feeling.

At this moment, Ernest looked like he had gradually become an ordinary human. These things might not have happened to him throughout his whole life.

Yet he who was behaving in this kind of way made her feel how a real life should be on the other hand.

It turned out they could still be a loving, ordinary couple.

Ernest was about to heat up the food they brought, but his action froze when he sensed her extremely enthusiastic eyes.

His eyes turned gloomy and he stared back at her aggressively.

"Are you inviting me to do something to you when you’re looking at me like that?"

A woman's gaze at a man had always been the greatest invitation in the eyes of a man.

Florence blushed and she hurriedly looked away.

She muttered and scolded, "What a rascal."

Ernest looked straight at her and a light smile broke upon his lips.

"I’m a rascal only to you."

His flirtatious words echoed in the tent and seemed to have raised the temperature of the surrounding air.

Florence's heart raced. She was annoyed and she wanted to accuse him for being shameless, but she could not help but let out a smile.

Her cheeks flushed and she quickly buried herself in the quilt, beginning to put on her clothes.

Ernest looked at her coquettish reaction and his heart seemed to be filled with something.

Yet there was a deep worry under his eyes.

If he could live like this all his life, even if it was just a simple and ordinary life, he would enjoy it. But he was concerned of his illness.

Looking through the small transparent window at the vast snow outside, the uncertainty of looking for a medicine became greater.

Is three years really enough?

The dry food was specially prepared, convenient and easy to pack. It did not occupy huge space and can be heated.

Although the taste was worse than that of fresh food, it was already a rare delicacy to eat when they were in the wild.

The food also had balanced nutrition and was good at supplying energy.

After having breakfast, Florence felt very satisfied when her stomach became full and she felt her body warm.