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.

skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of

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

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

Ernest had done a lot

why he

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling

looked at him, and her

was in a

she turned around and trotted out of the meeting

She trotted all the way to the suite where

the familiar room, she felt

mind. Thinking of those intimate and

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a

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

engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear

happened in the past few months would

she pulled out her suitcase and started

any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she was

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

was opened from the

When his gaze

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

She still grabbed

fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

herself from him, her eyes

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

determined attitude broke

strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several

were full

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

like a sting

staring at her with a