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.

backward and said weakly, “Mr. Hawkins, you hand still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient for

hand has

hand into a fist. His fingers were slender

hand was bandaged yesterday, how could

Ernest approached her. His handsome

in a deep voice,

low pitch of the violoncello. It was charming and

even more flustered and she

wounds are not that serious. I can

Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and Florence only managed to

It was cold and it felt comfortable when

that was not the

She felt

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

his eyes at

ever heard of this: a woman’s struggling

was about to

like if

the only persons in

against the head of the bed nervously and dared not to

Ernest pressed his lips and approached her with

repeated, “Take off

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

ambiguously romantic

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

felt restless when looking at the handsome man in front

unbuttoned her cloth. Her movement was so slow that even the

at

and tolerant to

medicine, grabbed Florence’s small hand and then straightly unclasped

second

see her cleavage when slightly lowering her

flushed red as she felt extremely embarrassed at

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