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.

help hammering as if it would

the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care

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

done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

wondered why he treated her so

obvious, and Florence could figure it out

by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of

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

was in a

her teeth, she turned around and

She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in

the familiar room, she

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

think that there would be a future for Ernest

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

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

months

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her

she only

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

from the

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

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

calm. She still grabbed the handle of

when packing, but

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

Florence pulled the luggage

attitude

face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like

at him, her eyes were full of wariness

had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had

was like a sting

was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw