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.

looked at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help

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

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

everything and realized that Ernest had done a lot of things to

wondered why he treated

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could

the thought of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

him, and her lips parted, but

was in a

teeth, she turned around and trotted

trotted all the way

familiar room,

mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

that there would be a future for

thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the

back to City N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear

months would

around the suite, she pulled out

when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack.

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

was opened from

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

he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

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

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

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and

attitude broke Ernest’s

long face, Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

to grab her, but Florence immediately

him, her eyes were full of

drawn several steps away from him,

resistance was like a sting that

bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in