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

with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

throat. Worried, she reached out to grab

from his hand,

to worry about me.

home with relief now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a look at your arm. Has the infection become

hospital. She was

smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then

all right

suddenly?’ Florence

face returned to a noble

just now was a dream or an

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

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward.

“It’s time for bed.”

Florence’s

only one bedroom and one bed

she needed to sleep with

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to go

stairs. He turned around and looked down at her from the

She couldn’t

she could only go to Ernest’s

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

unhappy. He asked her to stay

say anything. He hummed in

would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there wouldn’t be

pajamas from the locker room

door with his deep eyes and then walked to sit down at

of his left hand were exposed, so he could do something simple like turning the pages, which made him

an hour later, with a click, the

put down the

was walking out

she had to face a man as

with the shower.

wanted to walk to

and said in a low voice,

“For what?”