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.

didn’t mean to do it, but how

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

out first. Call me

Do you want to go

It was indeed not good for her to

nothing else in her

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

cold outside. I don’t mind you staying

wall was

think it was a good idea at all. When she was about

peep at me? Or, do you think you can’t help peeping at me?” Ernest said with a smile on his face. His tone sounded quite serious

her hands. “No, I

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

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

went out, would it mean that she wanted to peep at him or

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

kept her current posture with her back to

Besides, she had been busy for a whole day during the daytime. She

shower, seeing she standing at

voice called her a

her

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

his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent,

well, making her

other voice kept telling her that his embrace was quite

Looking at him, she gradually closed

curled up his lips. He bent over and picked

off the light, lay next to her, and slept with her

been missing her so much in the past

look at her and held her in his

such a

great night. Both

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

in

wondered why she was

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

out, the scenes about things that happened last night flashed through her mind.

too tired last

her active and complicated

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