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 as if it

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

the band-aid

done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

why he treated

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure

Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling

and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

mind was in

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of

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

room, she felt flustered

her mind. Thinking of those intimate and

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

be a future

night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other

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

the past few months would only

pulled out her suitcase and started to pack

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside.

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes were

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

calm. She still grabbed the handle

packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and

determined attitude

Ernest strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several

eyes were full of wariness

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

was like a sting that

face paled a bit. He was staring at her with