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.”

replied. She didn’t dare to look at Charlotte and she

could it be

distraught when thinking

think over it any longer, Florence hastily

of you during these two days, even leaving no chance for

to tell us the truth

as if Florence was seriously wounded, exactly, as if she was having an incurable

bit speechless, yet she also felt sweet at the same

feel quite good. And my wounds will

“Oh, great.”

days and he didn’t have time to attend to his own business. Every time he rushed to the study and he was so busy

was true that Ernest

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 had made

when he finished his work, he

was he in a

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

while and then 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 of dessert does he like?

food and beverage to him, Ernest would eat

was concerned about Ernest and didn’t think over Charlotte’s words. She then nodded in agreement, “Listen, Ernest is picky. His coffees

told Charlotte about Ernest’s preference for the afternoon tea according to

listened carefully and

bit confused because Ernest’s preference was as

while, she asked, “Sis, are you remember them wrongly? These are what you

felt a bit embarrassed,

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

preference for foods was similar to hers, no

she didn’t say anything else as Florence looked quite sure

I will go and send some dessert to Ernest.” Charlotte

waiting for an opportunity to get along

dessert to Ernest in the place of Florence during this period of time, she

become more and more important

Charlotte carefully prepared a cup of coffee and some desserts and then went to the study

walked into the study, she was greeted with Ernest’s

gaze was cold, implying her