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

used to get injured, and he learned

band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also

done a

he treated her so

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

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

and her lips parted, but

was in

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of the

the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in

at the familiar room, she felt

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

be a future

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

to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would

happened in the past few months would only be a

down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and

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

pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

from the

his gaze

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

still grabbed the handle of her

had acted quite fast when packing,

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

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude

strode over and

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several steps

full of wariness

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

a sting that

was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like