My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 34: Feels Like I’m Dreaming

Perhaps due to the weekends, it seemed that Timothy was off on his own break. He was not around.

Ernest settled himself in the driver’s seat. He was driving personally today.

Florence stared at the luxurious car in front of her and with a helpless expression, she pulled open the door to the backseat.

Immediately, Ernest’s unhappy voice came from the front, “I’m not your driver. Sit in the passenger’s seat.”

Florence was speechless upon hearing that. He was really bothersome.

Florence sat down on the passenger’s seat and asked, “I remember that City N has a big florist’s too. Why aren’t we going to that one?”

If this journey was going to last an hour, then they must be headed to some other city.

“We are going to the ML Flower Market.”

Ernest replied as he suddenly leaned towards Florence.

Florence was stunned by his sudden movement as she stared nervously at the huge handsome face right in front of her eyes.

“Wh...What are you doing?”

Ernest was really close to her now, and his breath was even sprayed onto Florence’s face.

He was just staring at her expressionlessly. His eyes were a dark deep void with a vortex spinning deep within.

Florence could feel her heart beating furiously, and she was so short of breath that she felt like she almost suffocated.

In this messy atmosphere, just as she was about to push him away, Ernest extended his hand across her and pulled the seatbelt for her.

His hoarse voice was muffling a laugh, “Buckle up your seatbelt.”

Florence instantly felt so embarrassed that she was blushing. What nonsense had she been thinking about just now?

This was a Lamborghini supercar, but when Ernest was the driver, the car seemed to slow down considerably. The speed of his car was even slower than most cars on the road.

The ML Flower Market had some distance from City N, and with the speed Ernest was driving this car, they would need at least two hours to reach ML Flower Market.

Florence rolled down the car window and let the wind engulfed her.

The scenery along the way was really scenic, and they were passing by the ocean too. Florence decided not to be so stuck up about everything and just treated this as a short get away from her busy life.

She didn’t notice that when they were passing by any region with good scenery, Ernest would slowed down his car again and again.

By the time they reached the ML Flower Market, it was already noon.

This was a town full of florist’s and strewn with flowers. It was a town of flowers, and the whole town was a huge tourist attraction.

In every section of that town, there was countless scrumptious and aromatic eatery.

Ernest parked his car not too far from the food street, and the moment Florence stepped out of his car, she got a whiff of the food aroma. It aroused her hunger immediately.

However, when she glanced at the noble man right by her side, she could only let her budding idea to enjoy the food die inside her.

Ernest looked like someone who wouldn’t touch these street foods in his life.

Despite her expectation, Ernest led her towards the food street and asked in his low voice, “Have you eaten these before?”

“Huh?”

Florence didn’t understand the reason he was asking that, but she still answered, “I have eaten most of them.”

“Which are the best ones?”

“Roasted skewers, roasted squid, tofu pudding, mashed potatoes, fried food…”

When it came to eating, Florence immediately recited names of food continuously.

Ernest watched her best impersonation as a foodie, and an imperceptible smile crept into his eyes.

Then, he started to march towards the stalls selling roasted skewers.

Florence gawked at him astonishingly. Why did he go in that direction?

There were a crowd of youngsters gathering around that skewers stall, but when they saw Ernest coming their way, their attention were absorbed by him.

Some of the girls were even covering their mouth and let out an exclamation, “Wow, he’s so handsome!”

Ernest ignored all the adoration he got with an expressionless face as he reached the stall and forked out several bank notes to the owner of the stall.

His magnetic voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ears, “Give me a packet of this.”

A packet? !

The onlookers and the owner were all stunned by his words. It was the first time they had heard someone buying skewers in packets.

Nevertheless, the owner certainly wouldn’t mind earning this amount of money as he accepted the bank notes with a giggle.

“Handsome guy, please wait for a while. It will be ready in no time.”

Only then did Florence come back to her senses and realize that Ernest was buying skewers. Did he really plan to eat something like that?

All of a sudden, she felt like Ernest appeared to be more approachable by doing that.

Ernest had bought a little of everything that Florence had mentioned a while ago.

It was a norm to enjoy street food by the stalls.

Ernest was looking uncomfortable sitting on a stool but he didn’t complain about anything. He just stared at Florence without any expression on his face.

“Eat.”

Looking at a table full of street food, Florence could feel herself salivating profusely.

She didn’t stand on ceremony as she picked up a skewer and munched on it.

“Mr. Hawkins, I never imagine that you would eat this type of food too. I always thought that you are the same as those wealthy people who would criticize these foods as being dirty and unsanitary.”

“I am not picky when it comes to food.”

Ernest casually picked up a skewer and started to dig into it gracefully.

The stalls were looking shabby and the skewer was very oily, but for some reason when one looked at Ernest savouring these street foods, one could imagine him dining in a high-class restaurant.

There were countless envious girls who were casting envious glances at their direction. Soon, the seats nearby the stall became fully occupied.

There were countless people casting their jealous and envious glances at Florence.

“Is she that handsome guy’s girlfriend? It must be the happiest thing in the world to have such a handsome boyfriend.”

After she was full with the street food, Florence finally felt satisfied to the point that she was even willing to accompany Ernest on his trip to buy flowers more seriously.

There were countless flowers in season being sold in the ML Flower Market, and everywhere they looked, a scenic picture would come into their views. This place was a tourist attraction of the highest degree.

Various florists were scattered around every nook and cranny of this flower capital, and for those who were here to buy flowers, they would pass by scenic areas with a plethora of flowers blossoming.

As they navigated through the streets, Florence saw some incredibly exceptional flowers on sale.

She also ventured into a sea of flowers.

The view here was too magnificent that it even elicited an exclamation from whoever laying eyes on it.

Florence was entranced by the view and she couldn’t help asking Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, can you wait me for a while? I want to take some photos.”

Although she had been taking photos non-stop, the scenery here was out of this world. It would be a total waste to miss this opportunity.

Ernest stopped shortly and responded, “Alright.”

Florence was ecstatic as she hurriedly produced her phone and snapped away.

Ernest watched Florence’s brilliant smile and couldn’t help curling up the corners of his mouth.

In the past, he would never come to such a crowded place with lush foliage and flowers all around, but this time when he was here with Florence, it felt like he had made a correct decision.

Florence who were busy taking photos sneaked a glance at Ernest, who was standing amongst the sea of flowers. The colourful flowers brought out his handsomeness even more, and his appearance was so captivating that she somehow was not able to avert her gaze.

Florence was slightly stunned as she subconsciously aimed her camera at him. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

With a snap, she secretly took a photo of him.

At that moment, Ernest suddenly looked in her direction, which caused Florence’s heart to beat wildly. She was afraid that her act of secretly taking a photo of him would get found out, so she stealthily aimed her camera in another direction.

At the moment, a young couple slowly approached them from afar.

The female said, “Husband, help me take a photo now. Taking selfies here feel like a waste.

“Alright.”

“Remember to capture the full view here.”

The young woman stated her request and the young guy held a camera in his hands, and like many couples present, they started to capture the exquisite scenery here.

Ernest’s gaze darkened as he was mulling over something.

Then, he headed towards Florence with long strides.

Florence assumed that Ernest was going to urge her to end this as soon as possible, so she hurriedly pocketed her phone.

“Are we going now?”

Ernest took out his phone and switched on his phone camera, “Go stand there, I’ll help you take a photo.”

“What?”

Florence couldn’t believe her ears. Was she having a hallucination?