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?”

understand why it had

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

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

her throat. Worried, she reached out to

from his hand,

to worry about me.

go home tonight. Let me take a

didn’t go to the hospital. She

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he

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

suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his

to find that his handsome face returned

now was a dream or

a little bit of migraine between her eyebrows. The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have done such a

gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward. He strode towards his

“It’s time for bed.”

confusion in Florence’s

and one bed in

she needed to sleep with him on

slowly -- she didn’t want to

around and looked down at her from the

twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if

go to

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

to stay

anything. He hummed

a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest,

the pajamas from the locker room and went

the bathroom, Ernest took a look at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes and then walked to sit down at his desk. He started reading the documents,

so he could do something simple like turning the pages, which made him

click, the bathroom door

down the pen in his

same as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking

had to face a man as soon

the shower.

she wanted to

and said in a low voice, “Come

“For what?”