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.

right? It’s inconvenient for me to help me apply the medicine. You can call Charlotte here.

hand has

clenched his hand into a fist. His fingers were slender and

that his hand was bandaged

was still bewildered, Ernest approached her. His

said in a deep voice, “Take off your

pitch of the violoncello. It was

and she

The wounds are not that serious.

medicine from Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and Florence only

was healthy and powerful. It was cold and it felt

that was not the

hand. She felt more

which was grabbed by Florence just now, Ernest pressed his

eyes

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

was about to push Ernest away, was

It seemed like if she kept struggling, he would do her

only persons in

leaned against the head of the bed nervously and dared not to

that Florence finally became obedient, Ernest pressed his lips

“Take off

his voice sounded so calm as if he was simply an indifferent

ambiguously romantic atmosphere

just apply medicine. It was just that. She could regard Ernest as a doctor, or a strange man. Damn it… She

restless when looking at the handsome

so slow that even

at her

always patient and tolerant to

grabbed Florence’s small hand and then straightly unclasped the button that Florence had been unclasping for

second button, then

collar was loosened and she could see

face immediately flushed red as she

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