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.

She truly didn’t mean to do it, but how come he spoke

Ernest walking towards the bathroom. She understood that he was going to take a shower. Immediately,

go out first. Call me when you are

you want to go out

not good for her

nothing else

the bathroom and turned around. He didn’t close the door. Instead,

cold outside. I don’t mind you staying

wall was so transparent. Florence

it was a good idea at all. When she was about to insist on going

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

her hands. “No,

don’t mind.” Ernest finished his words and walked into

stood at the spot with a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t

out, would it mean that she wanted

out, the walls of the bathroom were all glasses. Even if

kept her current posture with her back to the bathroom, standing at the spot for

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

Ernest finished taking the shower, seeing she standing at the spot and looking so

inner voice called her a

helped her up to stop

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

bathroom, his skin was so fair that it was almost

well, making her feel

man’s embrace. The other voice kept telling her that his embrace was quite cozy, suitable

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

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

off the light, lay

her so much

her

such a chance so

a great night. Both of them

of the next day, Florence opened her eyes and saw a man’s strong chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the man’s fresh and

in a

why she was

that Florence took was to push him away. When she

out, the scenes about things that happened last night flashed through her mind. Her dizzy eyes became sober. Then

was too

active and complicated

lips parted. “Yeah, you were indeed tired. You held me and didn’t want to let go. You said it’s so cozy to sleep in my