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

she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care of

band-aid with him

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

why he treated

be quite obvious, and Florence could

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

She looked at him, and her lips parted, but

was in a

around and trotted out

trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in

at the familiar room, she felt flustered

this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

that there would be a future for Ernest and

forced herself to stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from

to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They

few months would only be a

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

coming here, so she only had limited

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside. Ernest walked

at Florence. When his gaze fell

he asked in a

be calm. She still grabbed the handle of

had acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly,

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

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

her, but Florence

at him, her eyes were full of

several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a