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 come he spoke in such a

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

go out first. Call

you want to go out in

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

was nothing else in

door. Instead, he was leaning against the door and

outside. I don’t mind you

The glass wall was so transparent. Florence

was a good idea at all. When she was about to insist on going out, she

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

her hands. “No, I

finished his words and walked into the bathroom, closing

with a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t know whether she should

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

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

with her back to the bathroom,

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

shower, seeing she standing at the spot and looking

inner voice called her

her up

fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace.

With the heat from the bathroom, his skin was so fair that it

as well, making her feel

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

won against her reason. Looking at him, she

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

light, lay next to her, and slept with her

been missing her so much

so wonderful to look at her and held

a chance

a great night. Both

chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with

was in

was in

reaction that Florence took was to push him away. When she saw

out, the scenes about things that

too tired

watched her active

were indeed tired. You held me and didn’t want