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

so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned

band-aid with him

everything and realized that Ernest had done a

why he

quite obvious,

Florence felt her heart was burned by something.

looked at him, and her lips

was

around and trotted

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

room,

mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed like

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

didn’t think that there would be a future for

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

with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction

in the past few months would only

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

bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

was opened from the outside.

his gaze fell on her luggage,

in a sinking

still grabbed the handle of

packing,

eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins,

the luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude broke

long face, Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

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

at him, her eyes were full of wariness and

several steps away from him, he felt

was like a

her, 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