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.

her heart couldn’t help hammering as

because she used to get injured, and he learned

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

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things

he treated her

to be quite obvious, and Florence could

something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter

was in a

around and trotted out of the meeting

She trotted all the way to the

room, she felt

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

didn’t think that there would be a

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

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

in the past few months would only

herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started

so she only had limited things to

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

was opened from

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes

in a sinking voice,

to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of

fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to

the luggage and

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence

her eyes were full of wariness and resistance.

drawn several steps away from him,

determined resistance was like a sting that stabbed

face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a