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.

his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would

because she used to get injured, and he learned it

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

had done a lot of things to her

wondered why he treated

obvious, and Florence could figure it

felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of Ernest’s

and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

mind was in

she turned around and

stop at all. She trotted all the way

at the familiar room, she

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes,

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

think that there would be a future for

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

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

in the past few months

the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack her

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly

she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

opened from the outside.

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

her, he asked in a

calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage

when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts.

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps

were full of wariness and

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

was like a

face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a