My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Noticing that Florence was sitting motionlessly, Ernest looked up at her, “Don’t you like it?”

“Not really.”

Florence shook her head. She passed the lunch box back to Ernest. “It takes good. Why don’t you have this?” The noodles tasted quite bad.

“I don’t eat others’ food,” Ernest answered firmly.

He used the chopsticks to pick up a bunch of noodles, and he soon finished the whole bowl of noodles.

Florence looked at him in surprise. She hardly could believe what she had heard.

Did Ernest say that things brought by Gemma were “others’ food”?

Wasn’t Gemma his girlfriend?

Confusion surged in her heart, making Florence quite puzzled. Suddenly she raised an idea that had never occurred to her before.

Was it possible that between Ernest and Gemma...

She finished eating while feeling complicated. Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do for Ernest, Florence told him that she would go back home.

Ernest gazed at her.

Then he said in a tone as if he was giving a command, “Stay here tonight.”

Florence blushed, shaking her head. “No, thanks. I need to go home.”

How could she stay overnight in a man’s house for no reason? She wondered what was on Ernest’s mind when he requested her just now.

Florence turned around and was about to walk outside, but her wrist was grabbed by Ernest’s big hand.

He said naturally, “If you leave, whom I should call for help if I want to drink water at night?”

After a pause, he added, “The noodles just now were so salty.”

Florence was speechless. She watched him finish the whole bowl of noodles. She thought his sense of taste didn’t work and couldn’t find how salty the noodles were.

“But Mr. Hawkins, it was your left hand that’s injured. You can pour the water using your right hand.”

Ernest looked more annoyed. He gazed at Florence with seriousness.

“So don’t you want to be responsible?”

had something to do with

to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and a hint of

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

Worried, she reached out

hand, looking quite

don’t need to worry about me.

now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a

She was always uneasy about

through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take his

right now. Just now it hurt a bit

hurt a bit suddenly?’ Florence

find that his handsome face returned to a noble

felt just now

and noble Ernest

gaze, Ernest felt a bit

“It’s time for bed.”

the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately changed into shame

and

sleep with him on

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to

standing on the stairs. He turned around and looked down at her from the above. “My arm seemed to hurt

couldn’t help

could only go

sofa in the room, she said quite firmly, “I’ll sleep

to stay not to let her sleep on

say anything. He hummed

this case, she would be responsible

the pajamas from the locker room and went to take a

deep eyes and then walked to sit down at his desk. He started reading the documents, making

were exposed, so he could do

a click, the bathroom door was opened from the

immediately put down the

Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks

she had to face a

I’ve done with the shower. I’ll go to

spoke, she wanted to walk

and said in a

“For what?”