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.

Hawkins, you hand still has not recovered, right? It’s inconvenient

has been

His fingers were slender and fair

hand was bandaged

Florence was still bewildered, Ernest approached her. His handsome

a deep voice, “Take

the low pitch of the violoncello. It

even more flustered and she flushed crimson

that serious. I can change

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

was cold and it felt

was not the

felt

wrist which was grabbed by Florence just now, Ernest pressed his lips together and

his eyes at

this: a woman’s struggling will only trigger the

was about to

looked really dangerous at the moment. It seemed like if she kept struggling, he

the only persons in the

head of

that Florence finally became obedient, Ernest pressed his lips and approached her

repeated, “Take off your

his voice sounded so calm as if he was simply

ambiguously romantic atmosphere was

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

restless when looking at the

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

gazed at

and tolerant to

and then straightly unclasped the button that Florence had been unclasping for five

unclasped the second button, then

could see her cleavage when

face immediately flushed red as she

not look at