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?”

it had something to do with

about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

throat. Worried, she

hand, looking quite cold and

need to worry about me.

go home tonight. Let me take a look

go to the hospital. She was always uneasy

smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let

light tone, “It’s all right

a bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his words

handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown

felt just now was

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

a bit awkward. He

“It’s time for bed.”

hearing it, the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately

only one bedroom and one

sleep with him on

slowly -- she didn’t want

turned around and looked down at

couldn’t help

could only go to Ernest’s

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

to stay not to let her sleep on the

didn’t say anything. He

so easy-going, Florence felt a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there wouldn’t be any other inexplicable

she took the pajamas from the locker room and went to take a shower with

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

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

an hour later, with a click, the bathroom door

immediately put down the pen in

walking out from the

face a man as soon as

shower. I’ll

she wanted

and said in a low voice,

“For what?”