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

deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured,

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

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

why he treated

quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of Ernest’s

at him, and her lips

mind was in

and trotted out of the meeting

trotted all the way to the suite where

room, she

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

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

be a future

her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for

they would draw

the past few months

the suite, she pulled out

only had

her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his

asked in a sinking

be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

had acted quite fast when packing, but

herself from him, her eyes full

luggage and bypassed Ernest

determined attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately

eyes were full of

several steps away

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into

her with a complicated expression that