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.

couldn’t help hammering as if it

wound so skillfully just because she used to get

the habit to take along the band-aid with him

had done a lot of

why he

obvious, and Florence could figure it

of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

was in a

teeth, she turned around and trotted

not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she

familiar room, she

in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

would be a future for Ernest and

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

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

the past few months would only be a dream of

Looking around the suite, she pulled out

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

pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

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

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of

when packing, but unexpectedly,

distanced herself from him, her eyes

luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took several

at him, her eyes were full of wariness

Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never experienced

like a sting

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