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.

said word by word in a low and teasing voice, “You should

“What?”

and realized that he simply

thoughts had gone

turned red and flustered, she answered,

stroked her head. His action was so intimate as if he was stoking

“Good girl.”

that even her hair was burning in

him in a panic and tidied up

and found

prepared inwardly and then spoke,

Ernest interrupted Florence in a casual tone and

it hard to utter the unspoken

eaten too much tonight and got his hand injured to protect her. She felt guilty when

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

darkened with sexual desire brewing

this woman aware of what she was talking

noticing that his expressions

coughed with uneasiness,

what had happened to

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

into the

said, “Mr. Hawkins, the kitchen is dirty. You

looked around the kitchen and found a cute

waist from the back

and it was as if he was

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

fixing his eyes on

slightly leaned forward and his lips were so

charming and ambiguous voice, “Florence, you

felt her

you got injured because of me and it’s my responsibility to

“Yeah, it’s your responsibility.”

words meaningfully and there was an