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.

face turned redder. She truly didn’t mean to do it, but how come he spoke in such a

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

first. Call

go

paused. It was indeed not good for her to go out in a

there was nothing else in

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

don’t mind

glass wall was

When she was about to insist on

think you can’t help peeping at me?” Ernest said with a smile

her hands.

Ernest finished his words

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

mean that she wanted to peep at

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

her back to

had been busy for

finished taking the shower, seeing she standing at

voice called her a silly

over and helped her up to stop

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

just taken a shower. With the heat from the bathroom, his skin was so fair that

well, making

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

all, her sleepiness won against her reason. Looking at him, she gradually closed her eyes and fell into

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

the light,

had been missing her so much in the past

wonderful to look at her and

such a chance so

a great night. Both

a man’s strong chest in front

was in a

why she was in a man’s

push him away.

on a business trip? How come... Before she could figure it out, the scenes about things that happened

too tired

watched her active and

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