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 as if it would jump

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

he also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of

why he treated her so

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

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

was in a

turned around and trotted out

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

at the familiar room, she felt flustered

scenes that she got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

didn’t think that there would be

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

off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a

happened in the past few months would only be

pulled out her suitcase and started

she only

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside.

a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

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

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

fast when packing, but

her eyes

luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for his

attitude broke

over and stood

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence

him, her eyes were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

several steps away from

resistance was like a sting 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