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.

heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of her

just because she used to get injured, and

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

had done a lot

wondered why he treated

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

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

him, and her lips parted, but

was in a

and trotted out of

not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed

at the familiar room, she felt flustered

her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed like

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

didn’t think that there would be a future

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

they would draw a clear distinction with

months would only

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

she only had limited things to

pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside.

When his gaze fell

over to her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

still grabbed the handle

packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins,

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

attitude

Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took

were full of wariness

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

like a

at the 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 were