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.

and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would

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

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

realized that Ernest had done a lot of

he treated her

quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled

him, and her

was in

she turned around and trotted out

dared not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in the

at the familiar room,

the scenes that she got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

that there would be a

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

call off the engagement with him. Then they would

past few months would only be a dream of

Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and

only

pulled her luggage

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her

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

be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

had acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

from him, her eyes full of

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

determined attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like

full of wariness and resistance.

hand was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never

was like a sting that stabbed into

paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if