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,

“What?”

senses and realized that he simply wanted

had gone

uncontrollably turned red

action was so intimate as if he was stoking

“Good girl.”

stunned and felt that even her hair was burning in

a panic and tidied up

at the sky and found that it

inwardly and then spoke, “Mr. Hawkins,

interrupted Florence in a casual

found it hard to utter the unspoken

injured to protect her. She felt guilty when thinking

hesitated for a while and asked, “Do you have noodles at home? I can cook noodles

darkened with sexual desire brewing

of what

that

coughed with uneasiness, “Go

happened to Ernest that

out. So she didn’t think too much about it and went to the

the

“Mr. Hawkins, the kitchen is dirty. You shall go out

out; instead, he looked around the kitchen and found a

from the

behind and

She 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 move as she was afraid that she would accidently

was fixing his eyes on Florence, he saw Florence’s struggling

slightly leaned forward and his lips were so close to

a charming and ambiguous voice, “Florence, you care about me more than what you’ve

her ear

It’s just because you got injured because of me

“Yeah, it’s your responsibility.”

there was an