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

deal with the wound so skillfully just because she used

band-aid with him wherever he went, which was

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

wondered why he

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and

of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but

was in

teeth, she turned around and

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

the familiar room, she

mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a

made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the

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

in the past few months would only

Looking around the suite, she pulled

coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she was ready to

hesitation, she pulled her

“Click.”

door was opened from the

Florence. When his gaze fell

her, he asked in

to be calm. She still grabbed the handle

packing, but

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

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

attitude broke

long face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps back like

eyes were full of wariness and

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

a sting

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