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.

word in a low and teasing voice, “You

“What?”

her own senses and realized that he simply wanted her

thoughts had gone

red and

head. His action was so intimate as

“Good girl.”

stunned and felt that even

a panic and tidied

the sky and found that

then spoke, “Mr. Hawkins,

hungry.” Ernest interrupted Florence in a casual tone and looked into her

hard to

hand injured to protect her. She felt guilty

“Do you have noodles at home? I can cook noodles for you.” [Note: The last sentence is

with sexual desire brewing

aware of

from Ernest and noticing that his expressions were weird,

coughed with

muddle-headed. She wondered what had happened

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

walked into the

Hawkins, the kitchen is dirty. You shall go

didn’t go out; instead, he looked around the kitchen and found a

from the back and put the apron on

from behind and it was as if he

that his wounded hand was holding the thin ribbon of the

his eyes on Florence, he saw Florence’s

and his lips were so close to Florence’s

and ambiguous voice, “Florence, you care

her

because you got injured because of me and

“Yeah, it’s your responsibility.”

words meaningfully and there was an inexplicable teasing