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

wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured,

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

recalled everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

wondered why he treated her so

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence

heart was burned by something. Unwilling

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

was

around and

She trotted all the way to the suite

at the familiar room, she felt flustered

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

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

would be a future for Ernest and

herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out of the

off the engagement with him. Then they would draw

few months would

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her

any suitcase when coming here, so she only had

pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

from

his gaze fell on her

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you moving

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

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

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

attitude

over and

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back

her eyes were full of wariness and

Looking at Florence who had drawn several

was like a sting that stabbed into his

man in front 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 could draw her in as if it