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.

his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would

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

habit to take along the band-aid with him

Ernest had done a

wondered why he treated her

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

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

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

mind was

turned around and trotted out of

trotted all the way

the familiar room, she felt

got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were indeed like

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

that there would be a future for

Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest

they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have

months would only be a

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

coming here, so she only had limited things to

her luggage and

“Click.”

from

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her

her, he asked in a sinking

grabbed the handle of her

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

pulled the luggage and bypassed

determined attitude broke

Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately

at him, her eyes were full of wariness and

in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the

was like a sting that

front of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a