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

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

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

jumped to her throat. Worried, she reached out to grab his

dodged from his hand, looking

need to worry about

won’t go home tonight. Let me take a look at your

to the hospital. She was

Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take his

“It’s all right now. Just now it hurt a bit

bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his words

doubtfully, only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble look without

he felt just now was a dream or

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

gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward. He strode towards

“It’s time for bed.”

hearing it, the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately changed into

only one bedroom and one bed

she needed to sleep with him

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to go

was standing on the stairs. He turned around and looked down at her

twitched. She couldn’t

only go to

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

her to stay

didn’t say anything. He hummed in

Florence felt a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care

she took the pajamas from the locker room

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

fingertips of his left hand were exposed, so he could do something simple

later, with a click, the bathroom door

put down the pen in

pajamas, almost the same as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat,

soon as she had to face a man as soon as she had taken a

shower.

spoke, she wanted to walk

her and said in

“For what?”