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 come

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

out first. Call

go out in a bathrobe,”

good for her to go out in

there was nothing else in

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

cold outside. I don’t mind you

was

When she was about to insist on going

think you would peep at me? Or, do you think you can’t help peeping at me?”

clenched her hands. “No, I

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

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

it mean that she wanted to peep at him

the bathroom were all glasses. Even if

with her back to the bathroom, standing

Besides, she had been busy for a whole day

seeing she standing at the

called

helped her up to stop her

almost fell asleep. Suddenly she was in a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes

taken a shower. With the heat from the bathroom, his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, clean, and

body was heated as well, making her feel

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

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

curled up his lips. He bent over and picked her up, carrying her to the

the light, lay next

had been missing her so much in the

look at her

cherished such a

was a great night.

chest in front of her. Her nose was filled with the

in

why she was in

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

could figure it out, the scenes about things that happened last

was too tired

active and

me and didn’t want to let go. You