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.

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

has been

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

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

her. His handsome face

in a deep voice,

low pitch of the violoncello. It was charming and

more flustered and she flushed crimson

wounds are not that serious. I can

speaking, Florence reached out to grab the liquid medicine from Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and Florence only managed

wrist was healthy and powerful. It was cold and it

that was not the

She felt more awkward when

now, Ernest pressed his

his eyes

a woman’s struggling will only trigger the

about to push Ernest away, was

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

the only

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

became obedient, Ernest pressed his lips

repeated, “Take off your

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

romantic

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

when looking at the handsome man in

movement was so slow that even the first button was not

at her

and tolerant to this

small hand and then straightly unclasped the

he unclasped the second

see her

red as she felt extremely embarrassed at the

you not