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

used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care

had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went,

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

why he

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

was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

twinkled. She looked at him, and her

was in

her teeth, she turned around and trotted

stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she

room,

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

think that there would be a

stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself

Then they would draw

few months would only be a

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

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

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage,

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her body

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

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

full of wariness and resistance. “Please

was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never experienced

was like a sting that stabbed into his

staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if it were