My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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?”

always slept in. She always woke up later than he

her who was nestling in his arms, waiting for her

“I simply woke up.”

spoke, Florence reached the bedside and handed the glass of milk to Ernest. “The temperature is

“Breakfast for me?”

Ernest was more surprised.

delivered it to the bed. It was the very

happened so suddenly, Ernest didn’t feel moved. He thought something must have gone wrong. Studying Florence’s expression carefully, he glinted at her face as if his

his gaze, Florence felt quite embarrassed. It was indeed quite ambiguous for her to prepare the breakfast milk

away and said, “Harold said you need to drink more milk,

out to be like

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

and it warmed

her every day, he would be in quite a good mood since the

to heat the milk for me in the morning.

didn’t want her to

to stay with him not for enjoying

thought of it, Ernest suddenly thought about something

Florence’s leg. Much to his surprise, the bruises still remained on Florence’s leg yesterday, but now they had

the wound on her arm had disappeared like a

wound would always take a slow process. It would take a few more days for Florence to

matter with

Florence in front of him, looking serious

until now did she found that the wound on her arm

seemed Collin’s prediction yesterday

Collin was a globally famous doctor. The medicine paste from him

Collin 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

Florence explained, she looked back and forth at her

she got injured in the future again, she could

looked

quite deep tone, he asked, “Has he been here

to get even with him yet. He hadn’t expected that Collin the bastard still had

this time Collin sneaked into his

had some guts, didn’t he? Ernest believed that Collin must have a

her head immediately.

at Ernest’s long

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