My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 181: Quite Humble

In the morning the next day, Florence woke up quite early.

As usual, when she woke up and opened her eyes, she saw Ernest’s enlarged handsome face in front of her. She was nestling in his arms again.

He was holding her, and her hands were on his waist.

The scene was quite harmonious.

However, Florence couldn’t remember when she hugged him and fell asleep with him last night. She could only remember that when she fell asleep, she was leaning against the edge of the bed.

Florence felt a bit depressed.

Taking a glance at Ernest, she found that he was still sleeping soundly. She withdrew herself from his arms as softly as possible.

Then she lifted the quilt and got off from the bed.

Carefully, she looked back, only to find that Ernest was still sleeping tightly. He wasn’t woken up by her.

She felt a bit surprised. Ernest was always a light sleeper. Usually under such a circumstance, if she moved a bit, he would wake up for sure.

Today it seemed that he didn’t wake up at all.

Florence frowned, wondering if the drug effect was too fierce last night so Ernest was worn out without any energy.

It was pretty possible.

Before Harold left, he said Ernest should drink more milk in recent two days. Florence thought for a moment, and then she walked out of the room tiptoed.

Shortly, she came back with a glass of warm milk in her hands.

When she was walking to the bedside, Ernest’s eyelashes moved a bit. Then he opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Ernest saw Florence, who was still in pajamas with a glass of milk in her hands.

He was slightly shocked, and he thought that he was still in a dream.

However, he saw Florence walking to the side of his bed and looking at him with concern.

“Are you awake? How are you feeling now?”

Her voice was quite clear and melodic, sounding pleasant and sincere.

Ernest was quite surprised. “Why did you get up so early?”

She

he would stare at her who was nestling in his arms, waiting for

“I simply woke up.”

the glass of milk to Ernest. “The

“Breakfast for me?”

Ernest was more surprised.

him and delivered it to the bed. It was the very

He thought something must have gone wrong. Studying Florence’s expression carefully, he glinted at her face

was indeed quite ambiguous

said you need to

out to be

in Ernest’s eyes was dimmed a bit. Reaching out, he took over the

warm, and it warmed up his

always drink a glass of milk prepared by her every day, he would be in quite

me in the morning. I can drink

be treated in this way, he didn’t want her to heat the milk for him as soon

kept her to stay with

it, Ernest

gaze fell on Florence’s leg. Much to his surprise, the bruises

her arm had disappeared like

for so many days, the recovery of the wound would always take a slow process. It

the matter with your

pulled Florence in front of him, looking serious

until now did she

prediction yesterday was

medicine paste from him even had

came here. He gave me a bottle of the medicine paste and put it on my wound. He also said that my wound would be recovered completely

back

future again, she could use it so that she wouldn’t

suddenly looked quite

tone, he asked, “Has he been

him yet. He hadn’t expected that Collin the bastard still had the

this time Collin

guts, didn’t he? Ernest believed that

shook her head

at Ernest’s long face, Florence

once. He didn’t do anything out of the boundary to me. It seems

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