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.

couldn’t help hammering as

could deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get

habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also just

realized that Ernest had done a

why he treated her

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence

her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

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

mind was in a

and trotted out of

the way to the suite where she and

familiar room, she

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

be a future for

distance herself

off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each

months

Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and

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

her luggage and

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

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

acted quite fast when packing,

him, her eyes full of

the luggage and

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps back like a

full

at Florence who had drawn several steps

was like a sting that stabbed into

man in front of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a