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

with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned

the habit to take along the band-aid with

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things

why he treated her so

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

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

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

mind was in

around and trotted out of the

the way to the suite where

familiar room, she felt

through her mind. Thinking of

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

that there would be

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

him. Then they would draw a clear

happened in the past few months would

the suite, she pulled

only had limited

she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

from the

at Florence. When his

to her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

packing, but unexpectedly,

aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a frightened

him, her eyes were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt

was like a sting that stabbed into his

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,