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?”

why it had something to do with

depressed and aggrieved. When she was about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

jumped to her throat. Worried, she reached out

however, dodged from his hand, looking

don’t need to worry

“I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a look at your arm. Has the

to the hospital. She was always uneasy about his

eyes. Then he let Florence take

a light tone, “It’s all right now. Just now it hurt a

a bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his words

that his handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown

the pain he felt just now

a little bit of migraine between her eyebrows. The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins

a bit awkward. He strode towards his

“It’s time for bed.”

the confusion in Florence’s heart

one bedroom and

she needed to sleep with him on

didn’t want to go there

looked down

twitched. She couldn’t help wondering

go

at the sofa in the room, she said quite firmly, “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can call me if

her to stay not to

anything.

she would be responsible to take

the locker room and went to take a

bathroom, Ernest took a look at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes and

so he could do something simple like turning the

later, with a click, the bathroom

immediately put down the pen

her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her

had to face a man as

the shower. I’ll go to

she wanted to

said in

“For what?”