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 being

Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and a hint of pain appeared on his

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

her throat. Worried,

however, dodged from his hand,

to worry about me.

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

go to the hospital. She was always uneasy

flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then

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

bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his words

find that his handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown because of

the pain he felt just now was a dream or an

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

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a

“It’s time for bed.”

confusion in Florence’s

one bedroom and one bed in Ernest’s

sleep with him on

moved slowly -- she didn’t want

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

twitched. She couldn’t help wondering

go to Ernest’s

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

to stay

he didn’t say anything. He hummed

would be responsible to

took the pajamas from the locker room and went

bathroom door with his deep eyes and then

exposed, so he could do something simple like

click, the bathroom

the pen in

almost the same as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because

as she had to face a man as soon as she had taken

shower.

spoke, she wanted to walk to the

and said in a

“For what?”