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.

looked at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of

used to get injured, and he learned it

also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also

a lot of

why he treated her

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

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

and her lips parted, but she

was in

and trotted

the way to the suite

room, she felt flustered

this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes,

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

that there would be a future for Ernest and

about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from

call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no

the past few months would only be a dream of

herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out

suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest

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

he asked in a sinking voice,

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

fast when packing,

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go

Florence pulled the luggage and

determined attitude

over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence

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

a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in