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.

action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering

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

the band-aid

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things

wondered why he treated her

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

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

her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

was in

turned around and trotted

way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed

the familiar room, she felt flustered

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

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

didn’t think that there would be a future for Ernest

forced herself to stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all

him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have

past few months

she pulled out

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

pulled her luggage

“Click.”

from the

glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

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

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed

fast when packing, but

her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I

words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude

over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately

full of wariness and resistance. “Please

had drawn several steps away from him,

was like a sting that

her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her