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

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

habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever

a lot of things to

wondered why he treated her so

obvious, and Florence could

it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out of

She looked at him, and her lips parted, but

mind was

and trotted out of the

all the way to the suite where

at the familiar room, she

got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not the

didn’t think that there would be a

to stop thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself

the engagement with him. Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other.

in the past few months would only

pulled out her suitcase

she only had limited things to pack.

she pulled her luggage

“Click.”

opened from the outside. Ernest

Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes were

he asked in

still grabbed the handle of her

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

the luggage

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over and stood in front of

“Don’t go.”

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

her eyes were full of wariness and

had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the

resistance was like a sting that stabbed into his

He was staring at her with a complicated expression that