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.

truly didn’t mean to do

from the embarrassment, Florence saw Ernest walking towards the bathroom. She understood

go out first. Call me when you

you want to go

for her to

there was nothing else in

close the door. Instead, he was leaning against the door and

don’t

The glass wall was so transparent. Florence

didn’t think it was a good idea at all. When she was

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 trace of

clenched her hands. “No, I

if you peep at me, I don’t mind.” Ernest finished

a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t know whether she

would it mean that she wanted to peep at him or couldn’t

go out, the walls of the bathroom were all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch him deliberately, she would see his naked body more

a result, Florence kept her current posture with her back to the bathroom, standing at the spot for almost

been busy for a whole day during the daytime. She suddenly felt so

the shower, seeing she standing at

voice called

strode over and helped her

fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes and saw

a shower. With the heat from the bathroom, his skin was

heated as well,

voice kept reminding her to leave the man’s embrace. The other voice kept telling her that his embrace

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

face, Ernest curled up his lips. He bent over and picked her up, carrying

light, lay next to her, and slept with her

her so much

so wonderful to look at her and

cherished such a chance so

great night.

Florence opened her eyes and saw a man’s strong chest in

was in a

she was in

to push him away. When she saw Ernest’s face, she was freaked

things that happened last night flashed through her mind. Her dizzy eyes

too tired

her active and

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