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 it, but how come he spoke in such a

Ernest walking towards the

out first. Call me when you

go out in a bathrobe,”

was indeed not good for her

nothing else

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

cold outside. I don’t mind you staying

wall was

was a good idea at all. When she was about to

think you 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

clenched her hands.

you peep at me, I don’t mind.” Ernest finished his words and walked into the bathroom, closing

of closing the door, Florence stood at the spot with a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t know whether she

went out, would it mean that she wanted to peep at him

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

her current posture with her back to the bathroom,

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

she standing

voice called her

her

a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her

had just taken a shower. With the heat from the bathroom, his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent,

heated as well, making her feel

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

against her reason. Looking at him,

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

off the light, lay next to her, and slept with her in his

her so much

to look at her and held her in

such a chance

was a great night. Both

and saw a man’s strong chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the man’s fresh and clean scent, quite

was in

why she was in a

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

business trip? How come... Before she could figure it out, the scenes about things that happened last night

too tired

watched her active and complicated

me and didn’t want to let go. You said it’s so cozy to sleep