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.

hand still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient for me to help

hand has been

hand into a fist. His fingers were slender

hand was bandaged yesterday, how could it be

Ernest approached her. His handsome face was

deep voice, “Take off your

was as low as the low pitch of the violoncello. It was charming

more flustered and she flushed crimson up to

wounds are not that serious. I

grab the liquid medicine from Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly

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

was not the

She felt more awkward when looking at

pressed his lips together and suddenly leaned forward to wrap Florence

eyes at

this: a woman’s struggling will only trigger the man’s desire to

was about to

at the moment. It seemed like if she kept struggling, he would do her right

were the only persons in

immediately discouraged. She leaned against the head of

his lips and approached her with

“Take

sounded so calm as if he was simply an indifferent doctor in

ambiguously romantic atmosphere

consoled herself: It was just apply medicine. It was just that. She could regard Ernest as a doctor, or a strange man. Damn it… She couldn’t

at the handsome man in

movement was so slow that even the

at her

patient and tolerant to this

grabbed Florence’s small hand and then straightly unclasped the button

unclasped the second button,

loosened and she could see her cleavage when slightly

as she felt extremely embarrassed at

not look