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.

skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would

wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and

the band-aid with him wherever he

realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to

why he treated

quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

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

him, and her lips

was

she turned around and

not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to

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

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

that there would be a

forced 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 the boundary that she

to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each

months would only be

Looking around the suite, she pulled

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

pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze

asked in a

still grabbed the

fast when packing, but unexpectedly,

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

the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

attitude broke Ernest’s

over and stood

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately

eyes were full of wariness and

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

a sting that stabbed into

her with a complicated expression that was like