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?”

why it had

reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

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

hand,

worry about me. Go

with relief now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me

didn’t go to the hospital. She was always

through Ernest’s eyes. Then

said in a light tone, “It’s all right

a bit suddenly?’ Florence

Ernest doubtfully, only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown because of the

the pain he felt just now was a dream or

elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have

felt a bit awkward.

“It’s time for bed.”

Florence’s heart immediately changed into shame and

bedroom and one bed

sleep with

she didn’t want

down at her from the above. “My

mouth corners twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if

could only go to Ernest’s room.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You

quite unhappy. He asked her to stay not to let

say anything.

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

the pajamas from the locker room and

entered the bathroom, Ernest took a look at the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes and then walked to sit down at his desk.

were exposed, so he could do something simple like

with a click, the bathroom door

the pen in

she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the

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

I’ve done with the shower. I’ll go to bed

wanted to

and said in a low voice,

“For what?”