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.”

look

Ernest? Or could it be that she was anticipating about Ernest’s

felt distraught when thinking

longer, Florence hastily

of you during these two days, even

us the truth before,

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

yet she also felt sweet at

I feel quite good. And my wounds will probably be healed several

“Oh, great.”

several consecutive days and he didn’t have time

that Ernest

thought that it 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 had made use of every

when he finished his work, he came to her bedroom and simply

he

was occupied by this matter. There was an obvious

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

to him, Ernest would eat

didn’t think over Charlotte’s words. She then

preference for the afternoon

carefully and remembered

bit confused because Ernest’s preference was as the same

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

a bit embarrassed, “He likes

she didn’t tell Charlotte that Ernest would ask her to

was similar to hers, no

still a bit confused, but she didn’t say anything else as Florence looked quite

some dessert to Ernest.” Charlotte hurriedly walked out of

been waiting for an opportunity to get along with Ernest alone and this

dessert to Ernest in 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 after

become more and more important

of coffee and

moment she walked into the study, she

was cold, implying her that she should leave the