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.

help

deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it

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

a lot of

why he treated

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of

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

mind was in

around and

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

at the familiar room, she felt

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

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

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

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

they would draw a clear distinction with each other.

few months would only be a

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

any suitcase when coming here, so she only

she pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

was opened from

at Florence. When his gaze fell

to her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed

packing,

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

pulled the luggage and bypassed

attitude broke

Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a

full of wariness and resistance. “Please

at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a