My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest was applying the ointment for Florence. Looking at the broken red lips, he felt sorrier and sorrier.

He even regretted it, blaming himself for being so rude just now.

He moved extremely carefully, bit by bit, afraid that it would cause pain.

The ointment made Florence feel cool. Still feeling pricking, Florence frowned.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Ernest asked in concern.

Florence looked up, only to find that worry was written all over his pretty eyes.

Inside, her face was reflected as well, so clear and enlarged.

It seemed that she was the only one in his eyes.

With such an illusion, Florence withdrew her gaze quickly.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

Ernest still couldn’t rest assured. He pulled out the phone. “I’ll call my doctor to come over.”

“No, thanks.” Florence grabbed his hand to stop him immediately.

She said in a panic, “It’s really nothing. Please don’t make a fuss.”

Ernest’s big hand was grabbed by Florence’s.

He frowned, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.” Florence nodded.

Ernest gave up the idea to make a phone call. He just remained in the posture, his hands grabbed by her.

Florence felt a bit weird, but she couldn’t tell why. After several seconds, she suddenly realized that she was still holding his hand, wrapping it completely.

It looked so intimate.

She was frightened and let go of him instantly. “I’m sorry. I was just anxious.”

Her flustered face looked more adorable in Ernest’s eyes.

He curled up his lips into a smile. “You don't need to apologize. You can hold my hand as long as you like.”

His tone was full of affection and ambiguity.

do

she returned to her senses from the embarrassment, Florence saw Ernest walking towards the

go out first. Call me when

midnight. Do you want to go out in a

It was indeed not good for her

was nothing

into the bathroom and turned around. He didn’t close the door. Instead, he was leaning against the door and

outside. I don’t mind

was

she was about to insist on going out, she heard the man’s

would peep at me? Or, do you think you can’t help peeping at me?” Ernest said with a smile on his face. His tone sounded quite serious with a

her hands. “No, I

mind.” Ernest finished his words and walked into the bathroom, closing the door

a blushed face in

she went out, would it mean that she wanted to

all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch him deliberately, she would see his naked

her back to the bathroom, standing at the spot for almost

long time and it was late at night. Besides, she had been

shower, seeing she standing at the spot and looking

called

over and helped her up

was so sleepy that she almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes and

heat from the bathroom, his skin was so fair that

well, making her feel

man’s embrace. The other

all, her sleepiness won against her reason. Looking at him,

curled up his lips. He bent

off the light, lay next to her, and

missing her so

so wonderful to look at her and held her in his arms

cherished such a

great night. Both of them slept

man’s strong chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the

was in

why she was in a

to push him away. When she

How come... Before she could figure it out, the scenes about things that happened last night flashed through her

was too tired last

active

you were indeed tired. You held me and didn’t want to let go. You