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.”

to look at Charlotte and she

that it was Ernest? Or could it be that she was

distraught when

to think over it any longer, Florence hastily

has been taking care of you during these two days, even leaving no chance for

how do you feel now? You had no chance to tell us the truth before, right? Ernest is taking care of you so carefully and thoughtfully,

of her so carefully to the extent as if Florence was seriously wounded, exactly, as if

felt a bit speechless, yet she also felt sweet

head, “Nope, I feel quite good. And my wounds

“Oh, great.”

didn’t have time to attend to his own business. Every time he rushed to the

was surprised and stunned. It was true that Ernest didn’t work in the study for too long

it was because he had little work to attend to plus that he was effective, but she hadn’t

was not a seriously injured patient. Moreover, every time when he finished his work, he came to her bedroom and simply sat by her side to

was he

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

suddenly grabbed 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

and beverage to him,

think over Charlotte’s words. She then nodded in

Ernest’s preference for the afternoon

listened carefully and remembered

a bit confused because Ernest’s preference was as

are you remember them wrongly? These are

felt a bit embarrassed, “He

didn’t tell Charlotte that Ernest would ask her to choose everything before and that

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

confused, but she didn’t say

to Ernest.” Charlotte hurriedly walked out of the

an opportunity to get along with Ernest

the place of Florence during this period of time, she would many chances to emphasize her sense of presence in front of Ernest. And he would get accustomed to her

imperceptibly become more and more important

cup of coffee and some desserts and then

into the study, she was greeted

gaze was cold, implying her that she