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?”

couldn’t understand why it had something to do with being

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

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

Worried, she reached

hand,

don’t need to worry about me.

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

the hospital. She was always uneasy about

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take his

right now. Just now it hurt a

a bit suddenly?’ Florence

only to find that his handsome 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

Florence’s doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a

“It’s time for bed.”

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

and

if she needed to sleep with him

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to

and looked down at her from the above. “My arm seemed

couldn’t

go to Ernest’s room.

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

felt quite unhappy. He asked her to stay not to let her sleep

he didn’t say anything.

bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there wouldn’t be any other

room and went to take a

his deep eyes and then walked to sit down at his desk. He started reading the documents, making comments

do something simple like turning the pages, which

click, the bathroom door was opened

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

as soon as she had to face a man as soon

with the shower. I’ll go to

spoke, she wanted

at her and said in

“For what?”