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 would jump

with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care of

also had the habit to take along the band-aid with

a lot of things

wondered why he treated her

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

him, and her lips

mind was in a

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of

the way to the suite where she

familiar room, she felt flustered

got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

think that there would be

must distance herself

with him. Then they would

few months would only be

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled

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

she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze

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

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her

fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr.

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

determined attitude

long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several

were full

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

resistance was like a sting that stabbed

at the man in front of 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 if it were an invisible big