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.

his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of

because she used to get injured, and he learned it for

take along the band-aid with

had done a

wondered why he treated her

to be quite obvious, and Florence could

felt her heart was burned by something.

looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

mind was in a

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of

not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where

the familiar room, she

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

be a future

must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out

the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each

past few months would only be a dream

suite, she pulled out

here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

any hesitation, she pulled her

“Click.”

from the

Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins,

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several

her eyes were full of wariness

several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that

like a sting that stabbed into

was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if it were an invisible