My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was accustomed to it that Ernest would take care of her and treated her well in every aspect.

But she was a bit discomposed. She could console herself that he treats her especially well because she was recovering from the wounds.

It was not a big deal.

Most of the time, Ernest would stay together with Florence every day to take care of her and accompany her. But as he still had some work to attend to, he would squeeze out some time every day and work in the study.

Florence became more flustered when found out that she would have a tough time every time when Ernest was busy with his work and that she would subconsciously wait for him until he come back.

She actually formed such a habit after getting along with him and became independent on him. But this made her feel discomposed.

If this kept going on, would she get accustomed to him and couldn’t leave him any longer?

When Florence was lost in her random thoughts, the door was opened from outside with a clicking sound.

Florence became nervous.

Was Ernest back?

Florence felt like her heart had flied to the door, but she was in a dilemma, not knowing whether she should come to the door to welcome him. She lowered her head, pretending that she was playing with her phone. She didn’t even cast a glance towards the door.

Then, she heard some footsteps. It sounded like someone was walking towards her.

One step…

Two steps…

Three steps…

The person stopped by her bedside.

Florence’s heartbeat became quicker. She secretly looked up towards the bedside, only to see a pair of fair and tender calves.

It was not Ernest?

Florence abruptly looked up and unexpected, she saw Charlotte.

Charlotte gazed at Florence in confusion, “Sis, what’s wrong with you?”

“No… Nothing.”

didn’t dare to look at Charlotte and she was utterly

Ernest? Or could it

distraught when thinking

over it any longer, Florence hastily changed the

days, even leaving no chance for us to have

“Sis, how do you feel now? You had no chance to tell us the

if Florence was seriously wounded, exactly, as if she was

felt a bit speechless, yet she also felt sweet at

quite good. And my wounds will probably be healed

“Oh, great.”

of you for several consecutive days and he didn’t have time to attend to his own business. Every time he rushed to the study and he was so

and stunned. It was true that Ernest didn’t work in

was because he had little work to attend to plus that he was effective, but she hadn’t expected that he was in such a rush and

he finished his work, he came to her

was he

by this matter. There was an obvious reason for this, but she didn’t dare

Florence’s hand, “Sis, it’s inconvenient for you to take care of Ernest now. Can you tell me when Ernest will go to the study, which kind of beverage does he like and which kind of dessert does he like? I can send these things to

and beverage to him, Ernest would eat

over Charlotte’s words. She then nodded in agreement, “Listen, Ernest is picky. His

preference for the afternoon tea according to

and remembered

became a bit confused because Ernest’s preference

for a while, she asked, “Sis, are you remember them

bit

ask her to choose everything before and that he

reason why Ernest’s preference for foods was similar to hers, no matter it

didn’t say anything else as Florence looked

and send some dessert to Ernest.” Charlotte hurriedly walked out of the

to get

could send dessert to Ernest in the place of Florence during this period of time, she would many chances

become more

a cup of coffee and some

she walked into the study, she was

was cold, implying her that