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 something to do with

so depressed and 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?”

to her throat. Worried, she reached out

hand, looking quite

to worry

“I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a

hospital. She was

smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then

tone, “It’s all right now. Just now

bit suddenly?’

only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble

now was a

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

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward. He

“It’s time for bed.”

the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately changed into

bedroom and one bed in

if she needed to sleep with him on the same

didn’t want to

on the stairs. He turned around and looked down at her from the above. “My arm seemed

twitched. She couldn’t help wondering

could only go to

sleep on

quite unhappy. He asked her to stay

he didn’t say anything. He hummed

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

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

look at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes

so he could do something simple like turning the

a click, the bathroom door was

immediately put down the pen in his

was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat, looking like a ripe

uneasy as soon as she had to face a man

shower.

wanted to walk to the

and said in a low

“For what?”