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.

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

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

take along the band-aid with

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

why he

to be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it

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

at him, and her lips parted, but she couldn’t

was in

around and

to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed in the

the familiar room, she

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

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not

that there would be a future for

must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out

Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They

few months would only

around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things

pulled her luggage and walked

“Click.”

opened from

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

to her, he asked in

She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting

determined attitude broke

a long face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several steps back

were full of

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

like a

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