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

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

the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever he

that Ernest had done a lot of things to her

wondered why he treated her so

to be quite obvious, and Florence

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

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

mind was in a

turned around and trotted out of the

all the way to the suite

room, she

through her mind. Thinking of those

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

would be a future for Ernest

stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out of the boundary that

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

in the past few months would only

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

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

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

opened from

When his gaze fell on

over to her, he asked in a sinking voice,

grabbed the handle of her luggage

packing, but

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

the luggage and

determined attitude

Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several steps back

her eyes were full of wariness and resistance. “Please

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

was like a sting that

handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if