My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest had been in a high position and rarely concerned about others, not to mention saying something hypocritical. So this was definitely his inner thought – he was worrying about her.

He worried about her so much, even to the extent that he would take care of her in person because he didn’t allow any other accidents to happen again.

Florence felt touch because the noble Ernest actually wanted to take care of her personally.

She gazed at Ernest, “Have you studied medicine?”

Ernest was choked.

With a gloomy expression, he replied in a low voice, “Yes.”

Florence felt a bit relieved. At least she could console herself to regard him as a professional doctor.

Harold interrupted them, “Ernest has been studying medicine recently because you frequently got sick or got injured during this period of time.”

Florence also spurted out the water that she drank just now.

She looked at Ernest in disbelief and her expressions were quite complicated.

“Stop talking bullshits.” Ernest interrupted him unpleasantly and asked him to leave without even caring about his feelings, “You can leave now.”

Harold twitched his mouth, “Kicking down the ladder and valuing your lover more than your brother, what a man.”

Ernest, who was going to pick up a bottle of liquid medicine from the medical kit, paused, and then picked up an exquisite and sharp scalpel instead.

“How do you want me to value you?” Ernest shook the sharp scalpel in front of him and Harold felt scared.

Ernest was really frenzied!

“No… No need. Don’t value me, just value Florence. I have something to attend to and I have to go now. Bye.”

After finishing the words, Harold ran out of the room quickly without even caring about his own image.

When the door was closed, there were only Ernest and Florence in the room.

Florence felt a headache when seeing picking up the liquid medicine again. She felt awkward when thinking that Ernest would change the medicine and bandage for her and that she had wounds all over.

“Mr. Hawkins, you hand still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient for me to help

has been

fist. His fingers were slender and fair and it looked like his hand was

remembered that his hand was bandaged yesterday, how could it be healed

her. His handsome face was

said in a deep voice, “Take

the low pitch of

flustered and she flushed crimson

not that serious. I

but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and

healthy and powerful. It was cold and it felt comfortable when

was not the

hastily withdrew her hand. She felt

was grabbed by Florence just now, Ernest pressed his lips together and suddenly leaned forward to wrap

fixed his eyes at

ever heard of this: a woman’s struggling will only trigger the man’s

was about to push Ernest away,

dangerous at the moment. It seemed like if she

were the only persons in the

discouraged. She leaned against the head of the bed nervously and

his lips and

“Take off

his voice sounded so calm as if he

romantic atmosphere was

just that. She could regard Ernest as a doctor, or a strange

when looking at the handsome man in front of

slow that even the first button was not unclasped after five

at

always patient and

then straightly unclasped the button that Florence had been

he unclasped the second

she could see her cleavage when slightly lowering her

face immediately flushed red as she felt extremely embarrassed at

not look at