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

she used to get injured, and he learned it for

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

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to her and

why he

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

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

and her lips parted,

was

around and trotted out of the meeting

way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed

familiar room, she felt flustered

mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

that there would be a future for

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, they were all out of

with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no relationship

happened in the past few months would only

pulled out her

so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

from the

When his gaze fell on her luggage,

asked in a

still grabbed the

acted quite fast when packing,

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

attitude broke Ernest’s

long face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several

him, her eyes were full

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

was like a sting

that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her