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

Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

her throat. Worried, she

his hand, looking quite cold and

don’t need to worry about me. Go

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

go to the hospital. She was always

Ernest’s eyes.

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

suddenly?’ Florence reechoed

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

felt just now

bit of migraine between her eyebrows. The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have done such a

doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward. He strode towards

“It’s time for bed.”

hearing it, the confusion in Florence’s

bedroom and one bed

sleep with him on the same

didn’t want to go there

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

mouth corners twitched. She couldn’t help

only go to

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

unhappy. He asked her to stay not to let her sleep on the

say anything. He

was so easy-going, Florence felt a bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take care of Ernest, and there wouldn’t be

the locker room and went to

at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes and then

could do something simple like turning the pages, which made

with a click, the

immediately put down the pen in

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

felt quite uneasy as soon as she had to face a man

shower. I’ll go to bed

she wanted

gazed at her and said in a

“For what?”