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 out of

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

to take along the band-aid with him wherever he went,

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

wondered why he treated

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of Ernest’s

looked at him, and her lips parted,

was in a

her teeth, she turned around and

not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest

room, she

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

that there would be

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

City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a

in the past few months would only

suite, she pulled out her

here, so she only had limited things to

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

opened from the outside.

his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes were

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

She still grabbed the handle

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took

at him, her eyes were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

man in front of 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