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.

her heart couldn’t help hammering as

because she used to get injured, and he learned

take along the band-aid with him wherever he

a lot of

why he treated her so

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

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

her lips parted, but

was

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of

the way to the suite where she

the familiar room, she felt flustered

room flashed through her mind.

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

didn’t think that there would be a future for Ernest and

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

City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction

in the past few months would only be a dream of

down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her

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

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest walked

When his gaze fell on her luggage,

in

calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage

when packing, but unexpectedly, she

him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I

the luggage

attitude

long face, Ernest strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps

him, her eyes were full of wariness

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

like a sting that stabbed

was staring at her