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.

and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if

she used

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

Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

wondered why he treated her so

be quite obvious, and

something. Unwilling to

him, and her lips parted, but

was in a

she turned around and trotted out of

She trotted all the way to

room, she

through her mind. Thinking of those intimate

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

didn’t think that there would be a

distance herself from Ernest

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

months would

pulled out her

suitcase when coming here, so she only had

hesitation, she pulled her

“Click.”

door was opened from

his gaze fell on her luggage,

over to her, he asked in a sinking

to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

had acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

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

her words, Florence pulled the luggage

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a frightened

eyes were full of wariness and resistance.

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

was like a sting that stabbed into

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