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.

at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if

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

also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he

realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed

wondered why he

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence

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

twinkled. She looked at him, and her

was in a

around and trotted out of the meeting

way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed

at the familiar room, she

this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

didn’t think that there would be a future for Ernest

him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future.

call off the engagement with him. Then they

few months

she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack her

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

she pulled her

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest walked

a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes were

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

him, her eyes full of alerts.

the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

determined attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

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

full of wariness and resistance. “Please

hand was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from

resistance 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 invisible big