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.

his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as

because she used to get

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

done a

wondered why he treated her

quite obvious, and Florence

was burned by something. Unwilling to

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips

was

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of the

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

the familiar room, she felt flustered

through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a future for

her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things,

with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction

past few months would only be a dream

suite, she pulled out her

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she was

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

opened from the outside. Ernest

his gaze fell on her

he asked in a

calm. She still grabbed the handle of her

had acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

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

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

Ernest strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several steps back like a

her eyes were full of wariness and

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

a sting

her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as if it were