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.

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

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

go out first. Call

midnight. Do you want to go out in

for her to go out in

was nothing

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

I don’t mind you staying

was so transparent. Florence felt

good idea at all. When she was about

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

clenched her hands.

mind.” Ernest finished his words and

the spot with a blushed face in shyness.

it mean that she wanted to peep at him or couldn’t

Even if she

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

was such a long time and it was late at night. Besides, she had been busy for a whole day during the

seeing she standing at the spot and looking so

called her a silly

and helped her up

so sleepy that she almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes and saw

his skin was so fair

was heated as well, making her feel

her to leave the man’s embrace. The other

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

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

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

missing her so

was so wonderful to look at her and held her in

cherished such a chance so

great night. Both

the early morning of the next day, Florence opened her eyes and saw a man’s strong chest in

was in

was in a

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

that happened last night flashed through her

too tired last

watched her active

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