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.

at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as

with the wound so skillfully just because she used

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

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot

wondered why he

obvious, and Florence could figure it

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

at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

was

she turned around and trotted

the way to the suite where

at the familiar room, she

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

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

be a future for

made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all

Then they

the past few months would

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled

bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

opened from

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

to her, he asked in

to be calm. She still grabbed

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

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

words, Florence pulled the luggage and

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a frightened

him, her eyes were full of

at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness

determined resistance was like a sting that stabbed

face paled a bit. He was staring at her