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

When she was about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and a hint of pain appeared on

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

Worried, she reached out to grab

however, dodged from his hand, looking quite cold and

to worry about me.

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

the hospital. She was always uneasy about his bandage

complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then

said in a light tone, “It’s all right now. Just now it

a bit suddenly?’ Florence

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

pain he felt just now was a dream or an

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

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

“It’s time for bed.”

it, the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately changed into shame and

bedroom and one bed in

with him on the

slowly -- she didn’t want to go there

and looked down at her

mouth corners twitched. She couldn’t help wondering if

she could only go to Ernest’s

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

unhappy. He asked her to stay not to

he didn’t say anything. He

In this case, she would

took the pajamas from the locker room and

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

do something simple like turning the pages, which made him work

a click, the bathroom door was

down the pen

she was walking out from the bathroom, her cheeks ruby because of the heat, looking like a

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

the shower. I’ll go to bed

spoke, she wanted to walk

at her and said in a low

“For what?”