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.

couldn’t help hammering as

just because she used to get injured, and he learned

take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also

done a lot of things to her and indeed

why he treated her so

quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips

was in

around and trotted out of the

the way

the familiar room, she

with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

there would be a

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 she

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

few months would only be a dream of

she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack her

here, so she only had limited things to

hesitation, she pulled her

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest

When his gaze fell on her luggage, his

her, he asked in a sinking voice,

to be calm. She still grabbed the handle

fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

herself from him, her eyes full of

luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

attitude

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several

at him, her eyes were full

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

determined resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

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