My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest knitted his brows, his eyes couldn't hide the pity he felt.

His voice was lowered and it was as soft as it never had been before, "Florence, it's me, everything will be okay."

He wanted to get closer to her, but Florence tried to back away from him.

Florence bit her lips, and said, "Thank you."

She knew that it was Ernest, and she was thankful for him to appear to rescue her, but she didn't know how to face him.

He knew that she raped in the hotel last time, and this time, he saw the security guard sit on her with his own eyes.

She must be a very dissolute woman in his point of view...

A darkness flashed through Ernest's eyes as he clenched his fists silently.

After a while, he said with his deep voice, "Let's go, I will drop you off at home."

He didn't try to get closer to her again.

Only when they left the room, Florence recovered a little bit from the depressing feeling she had.

She wanted to get away from this hut, the further the better, so she started to walk faster.

Ernest was behind her, not too close, but close enough, his eyes were fixed on her back, and his expression complicated.

The way she looked really made him pity her, he wanted to hug her, comfort her, but she pushed him away from herself.

Florence felt very messy inside, she walked so fast that she accidentally stumbled and twisted her ankle.

"Ahh!"

She groaned and fell on the sand.

Ernest quickly caught up with her, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, just my ankle."

Florence said and tried to stand up again, but the pain shot through her foot.

Ernest saw Florence's face turn pale, and his own expression darkened, he reached out to grab her ankle.

"It's injured, you shouldn't walk anymore."

unfortunate, how could she

she couldn't just sit there and

tried to get up again, while Ernest pulled her and took

shoulders of this man, and

a little,

on his back,

low and delude, "Florence, you are my fiancee now, it's my responsibility to protect and

he was doing was within

But...

comfortable, and said with a lowered voice, "We are only pretendign to be

if he never mentioned about pretending to be engaged when they met, and they really were, there wouldn't

stiff as he spoke, "If we are doing this, we need to do the full program, no matter

he did his

seem a good fiance,

on his back as her face

and quickly arrived at her room, when they were in front of the door, he said,

bag and handed it to Ernest, she felt a little doubtful because she never

help but to remember the shadow that she saw early in the morning that went

about that, Florence asked, "Do you stay here as

he opened the door, "I am in the room

It really was him.

was he here? The ones who lived

to ask him, when Ernest already entered her room, and laid her

and went towards the closet in the room to search for a first

"Thank you."

come back to the sofa and thought he was going to hand the kit to her,

kit down on the table, pulled a chair to the sofa

said in his deep voice, "Lift up

by that? Would the elegant and noble Mr.

gestured to him and said, "It's fine, I can do this by myself." She couldn't allow herself to trouble

her a chance to decline his demands, he

saw her own leg lying on

caught herself again, she tried to

really, I can

pressed his lips together but didn't speak, with one hand he held her leg, with the other he used some disinfection on a cotton pad, and tabbed it

on her skin made

in front of

lowered, focused on his task, he didn't look like he was allying medicine on her foot, more like he was doing something very important, something he cared about a