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.

still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient for me to help me apply the medicine. You can

hand has

clenched his hand into a fist. His fingers were slender and fair and it looked like

his hand was bandaged yesterday, how could it be healed so

was still bewildered, Ernest approached her. His

deep voice, “Take

voice was as low as the low pitch

became even more flustered and she flushed crimson up to her

The wounds are not that serious. I can change

Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and

wrist was healthy and powerful. It was cold and

was not the

felt more awkward when

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

his eyes

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

to push Ernest

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

the only persons in

She leaned against the head of

Florence finally became obedient, Ernest pressed his lips and approached

repeated, “Take

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

romantic atmosphere

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

at the handsome man in front of

movement was so slow that even

at

patient and tolerant

small hand and then straightly unclasped the button

the second button,

loosened and she could see her cleavage

flushed red as she felt extremely embarrassed at the

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