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 out of her

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

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

realized that Ernest had done a lot of things

wondered why he treated her so

reason seemed to be quite obvious,

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

her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

was in

turned around and trotted out of the

all the way to the suite where she and

familiar room,

through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

think that there would be a future

made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other

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

the past few months

herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out

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

hesitation, she pulled her

“Click.”

opened from the outside.

glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

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

acted quite fast when packing,

distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts.

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

determined attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took

her eyes were full of wariness

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

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

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