My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 49: Couple Sandals

Fishing was a matter of calming down.

But Ernest who was sitting beside Florence with his tall figure, elegance, and a sense of presence that couldn't be ignored, made Florence's heart can’t calm down.

Thus, when Ernest caught the fifth fish, Florence hadn't even caught one.

She looked at the float that didn't even move, yeah, she was suspecting that her fish bait might be fake.

With the sea breeze blowing and no fish biting Florence's bait, Florence comfortably leaned on the chair and became sleepy.

Ernest glanced sideways to the woman that was sleeping with squinted eyes beside him, and then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

After a long while, Florence opened her eyes and saw the blue sky which was full of clouds.

Looking at it made her feel good.

She tilted her head again and saw Ernest who was sitting not far from her, his handsome side face seemed extremely cool and attractive.

As if he felt something, Ernest turned to look at Florence, “You're awake?”

Florence was stunned; she hurriedly opened her eyes with slightly hot cheeks.

“Yeah.”

She just replied like that because she was staring at him in infatuation, and he even saw her... That's a bit embarrassing.

Ernest put the fishing rod away.

Florence thought that they were going to go home so she hurriedly put her fishing rod away, but when she turned her head, she saw two lively fishes in her fish pot.

“How could there be fishes in here?” she remembered there was nothing there before she slept. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Ernest said it comfortably, “Your fishing rod moved so I pulled it up for you.”

So he just put those fishes on her fish pot.

Florence even dozed off while fishing, she felt a bit sorry for making him help her pull her fishing line.

“Thank you, I'll treat you some fishes later.”

“Sure.”

Ernest agreed to it frankly.

Florence was dumbfounded; she was just saying it courteously.

Forget it, he brought her to have fun at the sea, she should just treat him to eat some fishes, it could be considered as give and take.

While Florence was thinking of that, she saw the coastline getting nearer and nearer. At first, she though that they were going back, but after a closer look, she realized that it wasn't the hotel's beach, it's a very beautiful small island.

Florence was confused, “Mr. Hawkins, what do we come here for?”

“To grill fish.”

Ernest just said that.

Florence was dumbfounded, they went to a naturally undeveloped small island to grill fish, were they supposed to grill it themselves?

Her guess quickly got confirmed.

After the yacht docked, Timothy went off the boat and set up some fire on the beach.

Timothy was very well prepared; he put everything one by one neatly, including all condiments and the cleaned fish.

Grilling fishes on the beach...

It's a very unique pleasure.

Florence walked over, smiled, and asked, “Timothy, I didn't expect that you can also grill fish.”

Moreover, in such a primitive way.

Timothy put a large bag on the ground and started to put up the tent, while answering Florence's question.

“I can't grill fish.”

Florence was puzzled, “Then why are you setting up the fire?” If he couldn't, then... could Ernest grill it?

“It's for you to grill the fish.” Timothy said that naturally, “Didn't you say that you're treating Mr. Hawkins to eat some fishes?”

Florence was speechless.

She just said that she would treat Ernest to eat some fishes; she didn't say that she would grill the fish herself.

Seeing Florence's dumbfounded face, Timothy hesitated as he asked, “Ms. Fraser, have you ever grilled any fish before?”

“Well yeah, I have ever done, but...”

“That's good; you know that it's impossible for Mr. Hawkins to be able to grill it.”

Timothy was relieved so he continued to set the tent up.

Florence hesitated, even if she pretty like experiences like grilling fish by the beach, but the fish she grilled had always been not so delicious.

But on such situation, where both two grown up men couldn't do it, she could only count on herself...

Florence accepted her fate and started thinking of how she would grill the fish.

Ernest elegantly sat not far from her, he was not enjoying the unique scenery of that place, as from the very beginning, he kept looking at Florence.

Florence seemed like she would look good, no matter what she was doing.

The bonfire's heat was hard to control, it's not like Florence often did it either, the first fish she grilled was burnt.

She had no choice but to persist and grill the second fish.

The second fish was slightly burnt, it seemed like one could barely eat it... She wanted to let Timothy taste it first, and if it tasted good, then she would give Ernest the third fish.

“Timothy, this fish is for you...”

Florence stood up while holding the fish, but she didn't see Timothy.

On the contrary, Ernest looked sullen when he saw the first fish Florence grilled was going to be given to Timothy.

Florence was puzzled, “Mr. Hawkins, where's Timothy?”

“He went back to the yacht.”

Ernest sounded a bit pissed off.

“Then when will he be back?”

Florence still persisted on letting Timothy taste the "poison".

Ernest looked even more sullen, “When we leave.”

So Timothy wouldn't be back in quite some time.

Florence was disappointed, she looked at the grilled fish on her hands, even if it's edible, but the smell and look seemed bad. Ernest had a very picky taste, a guy that would even dislike top chefs like him, must be disgusted by it, right?

She hesitated for a moment, then she put the second fish on the tray, for her to eat later.

Then she started grilling the third fish.

Ernest looked at the fish on the tray, his face looked even darker, he was exuding extreme bad moods from all over his body.

Florence didn't notice Ernest's mood, she just focused on grilling fish.

Finally, the third fish looked better, it should taste good too.

Florence happily brought the third fish to Ernest.

“Mr. Hawkins, please try it.”

She was looking at him with full of expectations, it was her first time cooking for Ernest, so she somehow felt a bit nervous.

Ernest glanced at her with a not so happy expression from, it could hardly be seen though.

Soon after he took the chopsticks and ate a bite, then he indifferently said, “Too salty.”

He coldly appraised it.

Florence, who was eating the fish, was dumbfounded and slightly flustered, Ernest was so picky and he wasn't the type that would put up with things either.

She looked at him and said, “I'll grill another one for you.”

“No need.” Ernest elegantly ate the fish flesh with an indifferent expression, “I'll just have to put up with it.”

Florence could only sit down, watching as the guy, who said that he was putting up with the fish, finishing all of it.

She was speechless, was he really putting up with the fish?

After eating the fish, it was time for sunset and the sky was red, like it was making the sea water red by its reflection.

It looked particularly beautiful.

“Mr. Hawkins, I'm going for a walk and pick up some shells.”

Florence took off her shoes and walked towards the beach with bare feet.

She stepped on the moist sand, letting the sea water to flow to her little feet before backing down again.

She walked leisurely, the scenery was so beautiful and there were so many shells, but the stones below her feet were a bit prickly.

“Florence."

She heart Ernest calling her from behind her back, not far from her.

Florence turned her head in doubt and saw Ernest walking towards her, he was holding a pair of woman's pink sandal.

Such a noble man, holding a pair of sandals would make him seemed so out of the place, but he did it so naturally.

He walked over and put the sandal below Florence's feet.

“Put it on.”

Florence was dumbfounded as she looked at Ernest in disbelief, he unexpectedly brought her the sandal himself.

Then she saw the sandal on his feet, it was of the same model, so their sandals looked like couple sandals.