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.

couldn’t help hammering as if it

she used

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

done a lot of things

wondered why he treated her so

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter

was in a

turned around and trotted

all the way to the suite where she

at the familiar room,

room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

didn’t think that there would be a future for

herself from Ernest in the future. As for

him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other.

the past few months would only be a

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

suitcase when coming here, so she only

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest

at Florence. When his gaze

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage

packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

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

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

determined attitude broke

strode over

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps back

eyes were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

at Florence who had drawn several

resistance was like a

his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which