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.

her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out

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

had the habit to take along the band-aid

Ernest had done a lot of things to her and

why he

seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

was burned by something. Unwilling to think

eyes twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted,

mind was in

turned around and trotted out

trotted all the way to the suite where

room,

this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

would be

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 could

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

few months would only

suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

from the outside.

When his gaze fell on

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of

fast when packing, but unexpectedly,

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

words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for his

attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over

“Don’t go.”

Florence immediately took several

were full of

was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the

was like a sting

staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex,