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

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

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

to her throat. Worried, she reached out to grab

his hand, looking quite

to worry about me.

She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take

She was

through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence

“It’s all right

bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed

at Ernest doubtfully, only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble look

pain he felt just now

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

a bit

“It’s time for bed.”

the confusion in Florence’s heart

were only one bedroom and

needed to sleep with him on the same bed again

she didn’t want to go there at

turned around and looked down

twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if he was

only go

“I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can call me

her to stay not to let

didn’t say anything. He hummed in

bit relaxed. In this case, she would be responsible to take

from the locker room

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

exposed, so he could do something simple like turning the pages,

the

immediately put down the pen in his

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

as soon as she had to face a man as

the shower. I’ll

wanted

at her and said in a low voice,

“For what?”