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 if it would jump out of

could deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get

along the band-aid

a lot of things to her and indeed cared

he

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

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

him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

mind was in

teeth, she turned around and trotted out of the meeting

all. She trotted all the way to

the familiar room,

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

there would be a future for Ernest and

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

to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no

few months would only

she pulled

only had limited things to

her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

opened from the outside.

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

her, he asked in a sinking

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

when packing, but

from him, her eyes full of

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude broke

Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took

full of

had drawn several

a sting that stabbed into

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 an invisible