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.

skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump

so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking care of

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

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

why he treated

quite obvious, and Florence could figure

burned by something. Unwilling

looked at him, and her

was

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out of the

way to the suite where she

familiar room,

through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a

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 that

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

in the past few months would only be a dream of

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to pack

only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

pulled her

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest walked

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

he asked in a sinking voice,

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts.

pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for his

attitude broke Ernest’s

over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like a

full of wariness and resistance.

drawn several steps away from him, he

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into

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