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.

and her heart couldn’t help hammering

so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he

the band-aid with him wherever he

done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

why he

be quite obvious, and Florence could

something. Unwilling to think deeply, she

She looked at him, and her lips parted,

was in a

and trotted out

all the way to the suite where she

familiar room, she felt flustered

this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

there would be a

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

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

past few months

around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and

suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

from

his gaze fell

to her, he asked in a sinking

grabbed the handle

packing, but

distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr.

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

Florence

her eyes were full of wariness and

had drawn several steps away from

like a sting that

was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if it were an