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.

her heart couldn’t help hammering as

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

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

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

why he treated

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

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 the meeting

at all. She trotted all the way to the

the familiar room,

she got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a future for Ernest and

made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As

City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They

few months would only be a

around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase

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

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest

his gaze fell on

he asked in

She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

packing, but unexpectedly, she

and distanced herself from him, her eyes full

the luggage and bypassed

attitude

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a

him, her eyes were full of

who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never

was like a sting that

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