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.

heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of

skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking

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

and realized that Ernest had done a lot of

he treated her

quite obvious, and Florence

by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand

him, and her lips

was in

and

She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest

familiar room,

flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

would be

about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things,

back to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no relationship by

the past few months would

herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack her

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest walked

his gaze fell on her luggage, his

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

She still grabbed the handle of her

packing, but

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

the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

determined attitude broke

strode over

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several steps back

were full of wariness and

in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away

resistance was like a

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