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.

to do it, but how come he spoke in such

Ernest walking towards the bathroom. She understood that he was

go out first. Call me when you

you want to go out in a

good for her

nothing else

around. He didn’t close the door.

outside. I don’t mind you staying

The glass wall was so transparent. Florence

idea at all. When she was about to insist on going out, she

at me? Or, do you think you can’t help peeping at me?” Ernest

hands. “No,

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

a blushed face

she went out, would it mean that she wanted to peep at him or couldn’t help peeping at

the bathroom were all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch him deliberately, she would see

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

night. Besides, she had been busy for a whole day during the

finished taking the shower, seeing she standing at the

called her

her up

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

the bathroom, his skin was so

heated as well, making her feel warm and

other voice

her reason. Looking at him, she gradually closed her eyes

at her cute face, Ernest curled up his lips. He bent over and

the light, lay next to her, and

had been missing her so much in

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

such a chance so

was a great night. Both

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

was in a

wondered why she was in a man’s

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

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

too

active and complicated

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