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.

and said weakly, “Mr. Hawkins, you hand still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient for me to help me apply the medicine. You can call Charlotte

has

fingers were slender and fair and it looked like his hand was

bandaged yesterday, how could it be healed

Florence was still bewildered, Ernest approached her. His handsome

said in a deep voice, “Take off your

as low as the low pitch of the violoncello. It

even more flustered and she flushed

not that serious. I can change it by

out to grab the liquid medicine from Ernest, but

healthy and powerful. It was cold

was

hand. She felt more

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

eyes at her

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

who was about to push

really dangerous at the moment. It seemed like if she kept

the only

immediately discouraged. She leaned against the head of the bed nervously and dared not to move

Ernest pressed his lips and approached

repeated, “Take off

if

romantic

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

at the handsome man in

Her movement was so slow that even the first button was not unclasped after five

at

patient and tolerant

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

he unclasped the second button, then the

collar was loosened and she could see

flushed red as she felt

you not look at