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

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

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

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

why he

obvious, and Florence

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

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter

was in

and trotted out of the

the way to the suite

at the familiar room, she

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

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

would be a future for Ernest

she must distance herself

N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have

the past few months would only be a dream of

the suite, she pulled

so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

hesitation, she pulled her luggage

“Click.”

from

Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes

over to her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

grabbed the handle of her

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

her eyes full of

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence

at him, her eyes were full

several steps away from him, he

a

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