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

wound so skillfully just because she used to

had the habit to take along the band-aid with him

recalled everything and realized that Ernest had done a

he treated

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could

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

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

was

and trotted out of

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

room, she felt flustered

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

that there would be a future for

mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things,

Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have

in the past few months would only be

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her

only had limited things to pack. Shortly she was ready to

her

“Click.”

door was opened from

Florence. When his gaze fell

in a sinking voice, “Are

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the

packing, but unexpectedly,

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr.

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

attitude broke Ernest’s

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like

were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never experienced

a

Florence found that his handsome face 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 invisible big