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 would jump out

she used to get injured, and

also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever

Ernest had done a lot of

wondered why he treated her

obvious, and

Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply,

him, and her lips

mind was

and trotted out of the meeting

at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest

room, she

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

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

didn’t think that there would be a future for Ernest

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

him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each

few months would only be a

the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack

coming here, so she only

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

opened from the

glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

asked in a

be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage

when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I

words, Florence pulled the luggage

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

out, he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately

her eyes were full of

who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness that he had never experienced

a sting that stabbed

of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which