My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 218: Mr. Hawkins’ Romantic Words

He asked in a cold tone, “Why? Mr. Myron, don’t you agree to my toast?”

Nobody had the guts to refuse Ernest’s toast.

Moreover, it was on such an occasion. If Reynold refused it, it would be confirmed that he had bad intentions for Florence.

In that case, things would get worse.

Reynold returned to his senses, his eyes meeting Ernest’s sharp and threatening gaze, which contained a man's possessiveness towards his possessions and hostility towards his rival in love.

He realized that as a sensitive man, Ernest had already treated him as a rival in love.

However, Reynold hadn’t done any practical tactics to Florence so far. He felt a bit wronged as well as reluctant.

After all, he had been maintaining his network for many years. Immediately, he adjusted his mood, a trace of a smile appeared on his handsome face.

“I’m just too shocked. I didn’t know that Florence would be your fiancee, Mr. Hawkins,” Reynold explained, looking over at Florence with a silent complaint.

Under his gaze, Florence felt quite uneasy and a sense of guilt. Although nothing was going on between Reynold and her, at the very beginning, she still made Reynold misunderstand. They almost had a one-night-stand.

At the thought of it, Florence felt a bit embarrassed at this moment.

Putting on a wry smile, she explained with a blushed face, “I just came for a business trip, so I don’t want to be treated specially because I’m Mr. Hawkins’s fiancee. Hence, I didn’t tell anyone. I hope you... you guys could understand.”

Reynold stared at Florence with his sharp eyes. Noticing that she was awkward and uneasy and looking away from time to time, he found something unusual.

It seemed that she felt quite uneasy when standing next to Mr. Hawkins.

Also, she wasn’t so happy about being Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee.

Reynold was quite experienced in love, so he knew quite well about the thing between men and women. Looking at Florence now, he could tell that her relationship with Ernest wasn’t so kind as it seemed.

Something was wrong between them.

The team members in Riverside City were all smart. Shortly they returned to their senses and started proposing a toast to Florence with smiles.

“We certainly don’t mind. It’s your right to inform us or keep it secret, Ms. Fraser. But now we’ve known it. Congratulations, Ms. Fraser, for having such an excellent fiance.”

The way they addressed Florence had been changed to Ms. Fraser already.

Florence had known that her status would raise as soon as her identity was disclosed, and others would treat her especially because of Ernest.

Helplessly, she could only accept it. She raised the goblet in her hand with a smile.

After the toast, they should be seated.

Erica was an employee of Hawkins Group, so she was quite enthusiastic to the CEO of her company. Immediately, she invited Ernest respectfully, “Mr. Hawkins, please seat over there.”

In the direction where she was pointing, there was the host’s seat a few seats away from his current position, which represented his status.

However, after casting a glance at the unwilling woman, Ernest pulled her aside and sat down on Florence’s seat.

Then he made Florence sit next to him.

He answered casually, “I can sit here. It’s alright.”

Florence looked at him in a daze. It was her seat. Ernest snatched her seat openly. She wondered if he had realized it was inappropriate.

Reynold was sitting next to Florence originally. Since Ernest took her seat, Reynold was sitting next to Ernest, who had separated Reynold and Florence.

Looking at the tall, strong, and solemn man next to him, Reynold’s mouth corners couldn’t help but twitch.

As a man, he clearly knew that Ernest was deliberately displaying his strength.

Ernest looked quite calm. Casting a glance of others, he said as a king, “Please be seated.”

People who were standing sat down. Since everyone had interests in the gossips, their gazes swept among Ernest, Florence, and Reynold from time to time.

The more they looked at the three, the more they felt that the atmosphere among them was unusual.

Besides, Ernest was sitting between Reynold and Florence, which implicated more things.

Since Ernest was so superior, nobody dared to provoke him. Everyone behaved when having dinner, and they even lowered their voices when chatting, afraid of disturbing Ernest.

Florence had been used to eating with Ernest, so she was quite relaxed. She also learned that Ernest was a neat freak. When having Chinese dishes, everyone would pick food from the dishes.

However, Ernest only ate a few dishes that nobody touched. Once any of them was touched by others, he would stop eating it.

Others sitting at the same table seemed to know it as well, so nobody dared to spin the rotary dining table again. They all started to eat dishes in front of them in silence.

However, Reynold behaved as if he didn’t understand anything. Casually and naturally, he picked up food from the dishes in front of Ernest.

He picked up food from each place.

Then Florence saw that Ernest put down his chopsticks elegantly and stopped eating.

Florence glanced at Ernest in worry. He didn’t eat much food just now. She could tell that he didn’t have enough.

But he was indeed a neat freak...

It seemed that he wouldn’t share dishes with others except for her.

She couldn’t understand why he had to organize such a dinner tonight and ordered the Chinese dishes. It would be better for him to order western food, wouldn’t it?

Although she was bitching about him inwardly, Florence still picked up an orange from the table, peeled it, and handed it to Ernest.

“Mr. Hawkins, have some fruits please.” She meant to stop him from being starved.

Looking at her hand reaching in front of him, Ernest pressed his lips, curling up them into a surprised smile.

He approached her and whispered, “You care about me, don’t you?”

Florence blushed. She just felt sorry for him and that was it.

His words sounded too ambiguous.

In embarrassment, she pressed the orange into his hand, lowered her head, and continued to eat.

Ernest looked at Florence, his eyes full of affection.

Reynold secretly studied the interaction between them. The more he watched them, the more upset he became. Finally, he even lost appetite for the dishes on the table.

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Knowing that Ernest hadn’t eaten much food, after going back to the suite, Florence called the hotel staff to deliver some dishes to their room. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Four dishes including a soup were delivered, which were all Ernest’s favorite.

She helped the hotel staff serve the dishes on the table in person.

“Mister and Miss, enjoy your dinner.”

After serving the dishes, the hotel staff left their room politely.

Florence stood next to the dining table, looking over at Ernest who was sitting on the sofa. “Mr. Hawkins, please come and have some food.”

Ernest looked at Florence deeply, seemingly with flames in his eyes, the heat of which made Florence flustered.

He stood up and walked to her step by step.

“Florence, do you know what you are like now?”

He approached her. While he was speaking, every single word with heat was sprayed onto her face.

The distance between them was so ambiguous, and the breath was so hot that Florence was flustered.

Florence’s body was stiffened. Leaning against the table behind her, she had to bend back to avoid him, feeling nervous.

Her heart hammered. “What am I like?”

“My virtuous wife.”

His deep voice was tender and loving.

Florence felt as if she got an electric shot, her whole body melting.

This man was way too good at flirting.

She almost couldn’t hold on to herself.