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

him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

instantly jumped to her throat. Worried, she reached out to

hand, looking quite cold

worry about

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

go to the hospital. She

eyes. Then he let Florence

right now. Just now it

suddenly?’ Florence reechoed

only to find that his handsome face returned to a

pain he felt just now was a

eyebrows. The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have done such a

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a

“It’s time for bed.”

Florence’s heart immediately changed into shame

bedroom and one bed

wondered if she needed to sleep with him

moved slowly -- she didn’t want to go there at

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

couldn’t help wondering if he

she could only go

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

asked her to stay not to

he didn’t say anything.

a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there

room and went to take a shower

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

could do something simple like turning

click, the

immediately put down the pen in

as her outfit at usual. Now she was walking out from the

soon as she had to face a man

shower. I’ll go

she wanted to walk to the

and said in a low voice,

“For what?”