My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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…

slightly lifted. As expected, no matter how

for a few hours, Ernest finally brought Florence to

an exceptional aura and deduced that he must be a rich customer. He welcomed Ernest with open

to my shop, I have all kinds of flowers here.

woman by his side and answered noncommittally, “She will

Was Ernest planning to let her

he really believe in her

giggling, “Miss, you

“Alright, thank you.”

him and began surveying the flowers in this

Ernest’s back garden, she didn’t immediately make

think about

“It looks good.”

even

right, the whole place would look much

Florence nodded in agreement.

for some time. Ernest almost

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

indeed a pair of newly-weds. Your taste is really

Newly-weds?

the man standing very close to her. He looked

reddened, “Boss, you have misunderstood. We are

boss nodded, “Oh, so you guys are a

“No, we are…”

as she tried to explain more,

“She’s my fiancée.”

Fiancée!

said that with such an ambiguous and hoarse tone, it was as if a stone was being hurled at her soft

that they were really like fiancé and finacee

with choosing the flowers, they stated their delivery destination

to visit here again, and I hope that you guys are able to

speechless upon hearing

and her gaze was focused elsewhere.

girl who looked like she was seven or eight years old

at him while

stalk of flower

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

of them, and that seller was facing Ernest now, which made things