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.

to do it, but how

the bathroom. She understood that he was going

out first. Call me when

Do you want to go out

indeed not good for her to go out in a

nothing else in her

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

cold outside. I don’t mind you

glass wall was so transparent. Florence felt

idea at all. When she was about to insist on going out, she heard the man’s voice

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

her hands.

you peep at me, I don’t mind.” Ernest finished his

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

she wanted to peep at

were all glasses. Even if she didn’t watch

as a result, Florence kept her current posture with her back to the

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

taking the shower, seeing she standing at the spot and looking

called her a silly

strode over and helped her up to stop her

Suddenly she was in a warm embrace.

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

well, making

other voice kept telling her that his embrace was quite cozy, suitable for her

her sleepiness won against her reason. Looking at him, she

face, Ernest curled up his lips. He bent over

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

her so much in

so wonderful to look at her and held her

a

great night. Both of them slept

Florence opened her eyes and saw a man’s strong chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the man’s fresh and clean

was in a

she was in

took was to push him away. When

about things that happened last night flashed through her mind.

I was too tired

her active and complicated

didn’t want to let go. You said it’s so cozy to sleep in