My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence treated Ernest’s wound carefully and she was highly tensed up during the whole process. She tried her best to be as gentle as possible so that Ernest would not feel too much pain.

She also asked from time to time, “Does it hurt?”

“Not so.”

Ernest’s tone was always flat, and his unfathomable gaze was fixed on Florence.

When Florence finally finished the treatment, her forehead had been covered with a layer of sweats as if she had experienced a marathon and had finished the full distance.

Florence took a deep breath. Right at this moment, Ernest extracted a napkin and then gently wiped away the sweats on her forehead.

He was so gentle and careful when doing that.

When she was bandaging the wound, it was also Ernest that wiped away the sweats for her.

“I can do it by myself.” Florence hastily took the napkin from Ernest and randomly wiped away the sweats. She suppressed the turmoil in her mind and looked at Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, I should thank you for having block the oil for me.”

Otherwise, it would be her who got hurt.

Ernest looked at her meaningfully and naturally spoke, “How will you thank me?”

Florence was stunned and gazed at Ernest in disbelief. Naturally when people received the other’s gratitude, he/she would say ‘you’re welcome’. But it was the first time that Florence had been asked about the reward after expressing her gratitude.

It was really out of her expectations.

But Florence sincerely wanted to thank him, so she replied, “I will buy you some supplements next time.”

“I don’t want that.” Ernest refused without hesitation.

Florence was dumbfounded and asked unconsciously, “Then what do you want?”

“You.” Ernest stared at Florence and replied. His gaze was as unfathomable as a whirlpool and it seemed to suck her in.

Florence’s heart skipped one beat and then thumped wildly.

Her mind was in turmoil and she was so flustered that she didn’t know how to react.

Ernest watched her reaction with satisfaction and curled his thin lips into a light, charming smile.

and said word by word in a low and

“What?”

senses and realized that he simply wanted her to take

gone wild

uncontrollably turned red and flustered,

raised his right hand and stroked her head. His action was so intimate as if he was stoking

“Good girl.”

was stunned and felt that even her hair was burning in

panic and

then looked up at the sky and found that it was late and she should

inwardly and then spoke,

Florence in a casual tone

found it hard to

injured

you have noodles at home? I can cook noodles for

darkened with sexual

of

and noticing that

coughed with uneasiness, “Go cook

what had happened to Ernest that

couldn’t figure it out. So she didn’t think too

the kitchen after a

him and hastily said, “Mr. Hawkins, the kitchen is dirty.

go out; instead, he looked around the kitchen

and wrapped her waist from the back and put the apron

breathe from behind and it was as if

wanted to push him away, but when she lowered her head, she saw that his wounded hand was holding the thin ribbon of the apron. Florence didn’t dare to

fixing his eyes on Florence,

his lips were so close to Florence’s

in a charming and ambiguous voice, “Florence, you care

felt her

she stammered, “It… It’s just because you got injured because of me and it’s my responsibility to take

“Yeah, it’s your responsibility.”

there was an inexplicable teasing tone in