My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

All the meeting attendees were gaping at them as if their jaws would drop to the ground.

They had heard that Ernest seemed to spoil Florence a lot, but they had never expected that their CEO would dote his fiancée this much.

Not so many men in this world would clean their girlfriends’ wounds by mouth without caring about anything.

However, Ernest, the superior one, could do it so naturally without any hesitation.

It seemed that nothing compared with Florence to him.

Ernest didn’t let go of Florence’s hand until a while later. Her finger was clean.

There were a few blood stains on his good-looking thin lips, like the flower blossom, which made his thin lips so seductive.

Ernest didn’t care about the bloodstain on his lips at all, and all he could see was the wound on Florence’s finger.

Frowning, he quickly pulled out a delicate small box from the pocket of his suit jacket, in which there were a few pieces of the band-aid.

He tore one of them open and pasted it on Florence’s wound skillfully.

The onlookers were all shocked, wondering why Mr. Hawkins had the band-aid in his pocket.

Usually, people wouldn’t take along such things, would they?

Florence was also puzzled, looking at Ernest in confusion.

Ernest didn’t look like a person who would take along the band-aid with him. She wondered...

Florence’s heart was tightened. She blurted out, “Did you get injured?”

Ernest’s action paused a bit, a touch of tenderness flashed through his eyes.

He looked up at Florence, “Are you caring about me?”

“I... It’s just a question,” answered Florence uneasily, looking away to avoid eye contact with him in a panic.

Ernest pressed his thin lips and carefully pasted the band-aid on her finger.

Then he answered calmly, “You’re always careless and could get injured easily.”

Florence was taken aback.

What he meant was that he took along the band-aid with him because of her.

couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of

so skillfully just because she used to

also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also

and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

why he treated

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

by something. Unwilling to

at him, and her lips parted,

mind was

around and trotted out

She trotted all the way to the suite where she

room, she felt flustered

flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes,

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

would be a

that she must distance herself from Ernest

with him. Then they

happened in the past few months would only be a

the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack.

she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

was opened from

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage,

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

calm. She still grabbed the handle

fast when packing, but

moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full

words, Florence pulled the luggage

attitude broke Ernest’s

over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took

him, her eyes were full of wariness

Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from

resistance was like a

in front of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in