My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 727

Florence frowned slightly when she heard that.

The princess had thought herself as Ernest's future wife, and was asking if Ernest would server her the soup.

It was ridiculous.

Florence felt annoyed and irritated.

Ernest kept his eyes on Florence. Without looking at the Samantha, he answered in a disinterested voice, "Of course, I only serve soup for 'my wife'."

He underlined the words 'my wife' with affection.

Florence's heart missed a beat as if it had been struck by an electric current.

Even without looking up, she could feel Ernest's hot gaze, which could burn and melt her.

Florence knew Ernest was referring her.

Florence could not help but think of the future. She would marry him, become his wife in the legal sense, and stay with him all her life.

Just the thought of it fascinated her.

Samantha didn't feel any tenderness from Ernest, but his words made her happy.

After all, she would be Ernest's wife one day.

Since he was so good to his wife, they would live a happy life forever.

She was looking forward to it.

The atmosphere was becoming ambiguous.

Hearing this, Hector rolled his eyes and immediately put a piece of meat into Florence's bowl.

Florence was eating, and was stunned when she saw the piece of meat suddenly appearing in her bowl and was stunned.

Hector looked at Florence with a very gentle expression, and said softly, "Flory, you're too thin. Have more meat."

Florence was speechless.

She should eat more, but she didn't need him to give her food.

It made her feel that he had treated himself as her boyfriend. If Florence ate it, Hector would think she had agreed to be her girlfriend. If she didn't eat it, she would embarrass him. But he was Duke Hector and she couldn't do it.

Florence was depressed and in a dilemma.

At that moment, Ernest reached over and removed Florence's bowl and replaced it with a new one.

He looked up at Hector, and said in a threatening tone, "She's a neat freak and won't eat anything that's been touched by a stranger."

It was an explanation, a warning.

Hector was stunned. What Ernest said was so blunt and hurtful.

She was a neat freak and she disliked the dishes he picked for her.

But he was Florence's future husband, who would be the closest person in her life.

Hector looked at Florence with burning eyes, "Flory, it's fine that you are not used to it now. After we get married, you will get used to it, right?"

Florence wanted to answer back, "It's impossible. It won't ever happen."

But she couldn't say so.

So she took it as if she hadn't heard it, and continued eating with the new bowl Ernest gave her.

It looked like she didn't pay attention to Hector at all.

Hector's affection had yielded nothing.

He looked at Florence deeply and was puzzled why she acted so. When Florence went to the banquet with him, she deliberately dressed up, which showed that she was in love with him.

But when he finally met her, Florence didn't even talk to him or give him a look.