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

band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also just for

done a lot of things to her and indeed cared about

why he treated

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

thought of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

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

mind was in

and trotted out

way to the suite

the familiar room, she

flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed like

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a future for Ernest and

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

the engagement with him. Then they would draw

the past few months would only

around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started

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

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

from

his gaze fell on her luggage,

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her body

acted quite fast when packing,

her eyes full

pulled the luggage

attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

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

were full of wariness and

Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that

like a sting that stabbed into his

found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated