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.

help hammering as if it would jump

could deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care

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

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

why he treated her so

to be quite obvious, and Florence

thought of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

was

she turned around and

at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where

room, she felt flustered

along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

be a future

stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest

Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They

few months would only be a dream of

Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

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

to her, he asked in a

calm. She still grabbed the handle of her

quite fast when packing, but

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

words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

determined attitude broke

Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

but Florence

her eyes were full of

had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness

resistance was like a sting that stabbed

was staring at her