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.

heart couldn’t help hammering as if it

with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and

band-aid with him wherever he went, which

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

he treated her so

be quite obvious, and Florence could

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

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

was in a

turned around and trotted

at all. She trotted all the way to the suite

familiar room, she felt flustered

in this room flashed through her mind.

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

didn’t think that there would be a future for Ernest and

herself to stop thinking about him. Last night, 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 she

the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would have no

few months would

pulled out her suitcase

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

she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

was opened from the

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

asked in a sinking

still grabbed the handle of her luggage

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

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

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

determined attitude

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately

her eyes were full of wariness and resistance.

hand was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps

resistance was like a sting

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 were an invisible big