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 something

suddenly Ernest covered his arm under

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

to her throat. Worried, she reached out to grab his

dodged from his hand, looking quite cold and

need to worry about me. Go

could Florence go home with relief now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a look at

go to the hospital. She was

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take

tone, “It’s all right

hurt a bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his

handsome face returned to a noble look without any

just now was a dream

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

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

“It’s time for bed.”

in Florence’s heart

only one bedroom and one bed in Ernest’s

she needed to sleep with him on

slowly -- she didn’t want

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

corners twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if he

could only go to Ernest’s

the room, she said quite firmly, “I’ll sleep on

He asked her to stay not to let

say anything. He hummed in

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

the locker room and went to take a shower

the locked bathroom door with his deep eyes

left hand were exposed, so he could do something simple like turning the pages, which

with a click, the bathroom door was

immediately put down the pen in

at usual. Now she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat, looking like a ripe

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

done with the shower. I’ll

wanted to

gazed at her and said in a low voice, “Come

“For what?”