My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 35: She’s My Fiancée

Ernest stared at her stunned look and a smile formed on his lips.

He repeated patiently, “Let me take a photo of you.”

When she realized that Ernest was really aiming his phone camera at her, Florence finally believed that Ernest was being serious.

She was really curious now. Was Ernest actually a down-to-earth person in real life?

Nonetheless, it was a good thing to have someone capturing photo for her. This place was simply too amazing to just take photos of scenery and taking selfies. It wouldn’t beat having another person helping to take a photo.

She immediately chose a position with amazing scenery as the backdrop and formed a gesture with her body.

With a snap, Ernest instantly captured her with his phone camera. Then, he said, “Next pose.”

Florence shifted her posture several times and several photos were being captured.

She was really satisfied with this as she inched towards Ernest, “Let me have a look.”

Ernest didn’t pass his phone to her. He simply said, “I will send them to you on WeChat.”

“Okay.”

Florence didn’t think much about that as normally people would send the other party photos using some text messaging application before deleting the photos in their phones.

She thought that Ernest was going to do that too, so she added him on WeChat immediately.

His profile picture was a very simple one, and his name was in English: Hobart.

Florence suspected that this was his English name.

After sending the photos to Florence, Ernest switched off his phone naturally. He didn’t delete those photos at the same time.

All of Florence’s attention was attracted by those new photos, so she didn’t pay any attention to Ernest’s movements.

Those were photos taken by Ernest, and she assumed that not many people could enjoy such a treatment from him. He was such an excellent person, so he must be good at taking photos, right?

Florence clicked open those photos with anticipation, but in an instant, the smile on her face froze.

She stared at those photos with an astounded expression. She was even suspecting that she didn’t access the right photos.

What the hell were these?

These photos were taken from a high angle, which made him look ugly, fat and short…

She stole a glance at Ernest who was walking by her side with a forlorn expression and the corners of her lips slightly lifted. As expected, no matter how excellent someone was, one wouldn’t be good at taking photographs if that person didn’t have a girlfriend.

After circling around the area for a few hours, Ernest finally brought Florence to a florist’s.

The boss of that shop saw that Ernest had an exceptional aura and deduced that he must be a rich customer. He welcomed Ernest with open arms.

“Welcome to my shop, I have all kinds of flowers here. Sir, what kind of flower are you looking for?”

Ernest eyed the woman by his side and answered noncommittally, “She will choose.”

Florence was stunned for a second. Was Ernest planning to let her make every decision now?

Did he really believe in her taste that much?

The boss immediately turned his attention to Florence while giggling, “Miss, you can let me know if you need anything.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Florence answered politely as she followed him and began surveying the flowers in this shop.

When she saw nice flowers which were suitable for Ernest’s back garden, she didn’t immediately make any decision. She just looked at Ernest inquisitively.

“Mr. Hawkins, what do you think about having this planted in your back garden?”

“It looks good.”

Ernest surprisingly didn’t give a perfunctory reply. He seriously examined the flowers and even suggested himself, “I could plant these around the landscape tree as decorations.”

“You are right, the whole place would look much better.”

Florence nodded in agreement.

The two of them scanned through the shop and had a lengthy discussion for some time. Ernest almost bought all of the flowers which Florence had given high praises on.

The boss thought about how much he could earn from this customer and he couldn’t shut his mouth due to the excitement. He also chipped in with his own compliments from time to time.

“Mr. Hawkins and Ms. Fraser are indeed a pair of newly-weds. Your taste is really alike.”

Newly-weds?

Florence froze briefly while staring at the man standing very close to her. He looked to others as if he was wrapping his arms around her.

Her face was reddened, “Boss, you have misunderstood. We are not newly-weds.”

The boss nodded, “Oh, so you guys are a couple.”

“No, we are…”

Florence was a little embarrassed as she tried to explain more, but suddenly Ernest’s magnetic voice sounded right next to her.

“She’s my fiancée.”

Fiancée!

Although Ernest was right, when he said that with such an ambiguous and hoarse tone, it was as if a stone was being hurled at her soft spot. Ripples were spreading out quietly in her heart.

Florence inadvertently blushed as she discovered that they were really like fiancé and finacee with the things they were doing together.

After they were done with choosing the flowers, they stated their delivery destination before exiting the shop under the smiling gaze of the boss.

“You two are welcomed to visit here again, and I hope that you guys are able to get married soon and live happily ever after and have yourselves some children.”

Florence was speechless upon hearing that.

She was blushing uneasily and her gaze was focused elsewhere. She didn’t dare to meet Ernest’s eyes at the moment. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

At the same time, a young girl who looked like she was seven or eight years old held a stalk of rose and jogged towards Ernest.

She was looking upwards at him while holding that rose.

“Mister, you should buy a stalk of flower for your girlfriend.”

There were a lot of independent sellers selling flowers in such a tourist attraction, and most young couples would support them.

Florence never imagined herself encountering one of them, and that seller was facing Ernest now, which made things awkward.

Ernest looked at the flower shoved to his face and inexplicably bought it without giving it much thought.

“Thank you, mister.”

The little girl fetched the bank notes and ran off happily.

While holding the rose, Ernest handed it to Florence with a neutral expression on his handsome face, “Hold it.”

She stood rooted to the spot, not being able to respond, “Mr. Hawkins, this flower is meant to be given to your girlfriend.” She wouldn’t dare to simply accept this.

“You are my fiancée.”

Ernest looked at Florence and said with his signature low voice that dripped of hidden meaning.

He was doing all of this with such nonchalance.

Florence stared at him for a while and her heart was pounding wildly at the moment. What did he mean by this?

He was acting as if they were really a couple preparing to get married soon.

However, this man was Ernest, a man who stood atop the pyramid in the society. From the start, he had made it clear that they didn’t belong in the same world. She wouldn’t dare to have unscrupulous thoughts about him at all.

“The sky is turning dark. We should go back now.”

Florence didn’t accept the flower, but instead she changed the topic while beginning to walk towards the tour car.

When they had just arrived, they needed to survey and choose the flowers here, so they had reached this shop on feet. However, they could save time by boarding a tour car to exit this huge area.

Ernest watched this woman getting further from him and his eyes slightly darkened.

He snapped the rose in his hands in half at the same time.

This woman was still maintaining a distance between herself and him.

The journey back home was very smooth. Ernest sent Florence to the door of her house before finally leaving.

Florence lied in bed and her mind was replaying the scenes from day time while she was still at the ML Flower Market. She felt like a motor had been installed in her chest, which caused her heart to pound

non-stop.

Did she just experience a lucky day with an extremely handsome man? Did she just go through an outing with him?

Only now did she dare to take a look at the photo of Ernest in her phone.

Although this was just a photo taken by her in secret, Ernest’s outstanding appearance made this photo one that would catch anyone’s attention.

The flowers surrounding him were pretty, yet he was so dazzling that the flowers had seemed to lose their lustre.

He was an extremely handsome man which could cause someone’s heart to pound furiously despite only existing in a photo at the moment…

While sighing profusely, Florence suddenly had an idea. She suddenly knew what kind of design would suit Ernest fine!