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.

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

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

out first. Call me when you are

midnight. Do you want to go out in a bathrobe,” Ernest

was indeed not good for her to

was nothing else in her

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

outside. I don’t mind you

The glass wall was so transparent. Florence

was about to insist on going out, she heard the

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

hands. “No, I

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

of closing the door, Florence stood at the spot with a

wanted to peep

if she didn’t go out, the walls of the bathroom were all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch him deliberately,

Florence kept her current posture with her back to the bathroom,

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

the shower, seeing she standing at the spot and looking

called

her up to stop her

almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes and saw Ernest’s

from the bathroom, his

body was heated as well,

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

her reason. Looking at

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

on the bed, turned off the light, lay next to her, and

been missing her so much

so wonderful to look at her and held her in

cherished such a chance so

great night. Both

opened her eyes and saw a man’s strong chest in front of her.

in a

was in a man’s

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

that happened last night flashed through her mind. Her dizzy eyes became sober. Then she blushes because of

too

her active and

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