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.

at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering

so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and

to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which

realized that Ernest had done a lot

wondered why he treated

seemed to be quite obvious,

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

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she

was in a

around and

trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest

at the familiar room,

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind.

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

didn’t think that there would be a future

night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself

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

past few months would only

herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had

her luggage

“Click.”

opened from the outside. Ernest walked

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

to her, he asked in

grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

when packing, but

aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for his

attitude broke

strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps back like a frightened

at him, her eyes were full of

was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him,

resistance was like a sting that

man in 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, which could draw her in as if it