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 jump out of her

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

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

and realized that Ernest had done a lot

he treated

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could

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

She looked at him, and her lips parted, but

mind was in

teeth, she turned around and trotted

all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she

familiar room, she felt flustered

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

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

there would be

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

would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no relationship

past few months would only be a

she pulled out her suitcase and started to

here, so she only had limited things

she pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest

his

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage

packing, but

and distanced herself from him, her eyes full

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

attitude

face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several steps back like a frightened

full

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 his

a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could