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.

and her heart couldn’t help hammering

used to get injured, and

habit to take along the band-aid

that Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed cared about

wondered why he treated her

quite obvious, and Florence

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

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted,

was

around and

dared not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in the

familiar room, she felt flustered

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

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

would be a future

Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all

with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other.

in the past few months would only be

the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack

when coming here, so she only had limited things

pulled her

“Click.”

from

his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes

to her, he asked in a

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

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

herself from him, her eyes

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

attitude

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a

him, her eyes were full of wariness

at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he

a sting

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