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.

help hammering as if it

used to get

along the band-aid with

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

wondered why he

obvious, and Florence could figure it out

was burned by something. Unwilling to think

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

mind was in a

around and

She trotted all the way to

at the familiar room,

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

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

be a

stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from

the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear

few months would only be a

she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack

coming here, so she only

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

door was opened from the

glance at Florence. When his gaze fell

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle

packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

herself from him, her eyes

the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

attitude

a long face, Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence

him, her eyes were full of

who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness

was like a sting that stabbed into his

found that his 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 it were an invisible big