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.

redder. She truly didn’t mean to do it,

returned to her senses from the embarrassment, Florence saw Ernest walking towards the bathroom. She understood that he was going to take a shower. Immediately,

go out first. Call me when you

to go

not good for her to

was nothing else

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

don’t mind

glass wall was

a good 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 said with a smile on his face. His tone sounded

her hands. “No,

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

stood at the spot with a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t know whether she should stay or

wanted to peep at him or couldn’t help

the bathroom were all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch him

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

she had been busy

she standing

called her a

strode over and helped her up to stop her

sleepy that she almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still

bathroom, his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, clean,

well, making her feel warm and

embrace. The other voice kept

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

He bent over and picked

the bed, turned off the light, lay next

had been missing her so much in

her and

cherished such a chance

great night. Both of them slept

chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the

was in a

wondered why she was in a man’s

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

on a business trip? How come... Before she could figure it out, the scenes about things that happened last night flashed through her mind. Her dizzy eyes became sober. Then she

was too

active and

thin lips parted. “Yeah, you were indeed tired. You held me and didn’t want to let go.