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 jump out of her

because she used to get

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

done a lot of things to her and indeed cared about

he treated her

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence

the thought of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled

her lips

mind was in a

she turned around and trotted out of the

all. She trotted all the way

familiar room,

Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

didn’t think that there would be

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

off the engagement with him. Then they

happened in the past few months

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

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

from the outside.

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

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

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

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly,

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

luggage

determined attitude

over

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took

at him, her eyes were full of wariness and

was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into

handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a