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.

mean to do it, but how

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

first. Call me when

you want to go

not good for her to go

nothing

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

I don’t mind you staying

The glass wall was so transparent. Florence

at all. When she was

at me?” Ernest said with a smile on his face. His tone sounded quite serious with a trace of

hands. “No, I

fact, if you peep at me, I don’t mind.” Ernest finished his words and walked

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

would it mean that she wanted to peep at him or

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

as a result, Florence kept her current posture with her back to

time and it was late at night. Besides, she had been busy for a whole day during the daytime. She suddenly felt so

the shower, seeing she standing at the spot and

called her

over and helped her up to stop her from

sleepy that she almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a

his skin

as well, making her

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

her reason. Looking at him,

his lips. He bent

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

missing her so much

her and held her in his arms

such a chance so

night. Both

a man’s strong chest in front of her. Her nose

was in

wondered why she was in a man’s

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

figure it out, the scenes about things that

I was too

active and

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