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.

help hammering as if it would

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

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

a lot of things

why he treated her

obvious, and Florence could

Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think

her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter any

mind was

and

way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in

at the familiar room,

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

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

would be

night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in

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

past few months would only

Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started

so she only

she pulled her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

was opened from

his gaze fell on

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are

pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her body

acted quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go

the luggage

attitude broke Ernest’s

Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several

her eyes were full of wariness and

mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several

like a

of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that