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

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

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

Worried,

from his hand,

need to worry

now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take

She was always uneasy about his

through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let

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

suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his

face returned to a noble look without

pain he felt just now was a dream or an

and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a bit

“It’s time for bed.”

Florence’s heart immediately

were only one bedroom and

wondered if she needed to sleep with him

she didn’t

and looked down at her from

corners twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if he was

go

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

to stay

anything. He

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

pajamas from the locker room and went

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

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

click, the bathroom door was opened from

immediately put down the pen in his

outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat, looking like

had to face a man as soon as she had taken

done with the shower. I’ll go to

spoke, she wanted

gazed at her and said in a low voice, “Come

“For what?”